Killer Collage - The Vendetta, Ill Bill, Mr Hyde

For the sake of the gore so we awake in the morgue

I’m fucking breaking your jaws up, all you haters get torn

Blood caked on the floor, get all your trachea clawed up

The slaughter, it shows up your bones get sawed up

Split half a clip, out the biscuit with quickness

The bitches that diss this’ll witness the sickness

Malicious, like witches concoctions or potions

I’m vicious, my hit so get dropped in the ocean

Pop with the motion, the clocks are exploding

You’re rocking the nose with the ox that I’m holding

You fold under pressure, the mould will caress you

Infect ya, I bet ya corrosion will get ya

Fester with death, your cult status drained

I’ll dispatch your batch in short spats of pain

Claimed souls that stained hold the keys to destruction

The same old brain bone bleeding it’s disgusting

Still I fill you full of lead

Got the hollow tips drilling till your blood is spilling red

Holler at the villain with the?

for killing feds

I’m swallowing the pill, filling visions in my head, enemies are still and dead

Mister murder, I’ll make a jump suit out of your flesh

A powerful Rottweiler will devour the rest

You pray for world peace, I pray for world chaos

I work to alerting the beast out of a séance

Street demon will leave you in the streets bleeding

My sweet semen cover your bitches teeth gleaming

Dumb undercover trying to score bird

Let’s save the earth and smoke weed, but I’ll go to third

Losers stuck in time, find a god for a crime to earn a buck and I lose my

fucking mind

Robbed him twice cause he said he had more

Let’s infiltrate the system with Freddy Madball

Satanic verses, black masses in Catholic churches

Casting curses, you bleed when we scratch the surface

The greed of a master and his servant, assassin and a serpent

Numbers are scratched from the surface of a ratchet

While cash is preferable to blasting

Leave you with a fucking hole in your face like what happened?

Why you had to die like that?

Took a shit on yourself while you took your last breath

Shoulda had respect, shoulda, coulda, woulda

Hit your head with hollow tip casings

Chopper of hatred, topple the matrix

Chop at the basis, virus that get trife but sacred

Like thirty years later thinking your life was wasted

The loneliest death is suicide

A gallery of paintings covered with the blood of truth denied

Streets guaranteed to turn red when youth collide

Yeah, I even tell the truth when I lie and this is why