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"Mr. Hyde"
"Mr. Hyde"
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Street Veteran
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Mr. Hyde
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f/ Mr. Hyde* send corrections to the typist[Mr. Hyde] Watch me ignite this shit, like a fiend's pipe hit Yo I do this for thugs leavin the righteous split Niggaz turn into dashers at the sight of my blaster You might be type quick but son my bullets run faster Bustin off shots, got you clutching ya knot Try to plug up the holes, while blood is gushing alot Put on my brass knuckles, hit you wit a jab or two, Now I'm set to stab a dude, turn him into maggot foodJack in a magazine, kid I'll be done with it quickWatch me empty out clips like a son of a bitch. No remorse in my heart, I've been rotten since birth Make sure I finish the job, kids I'm plotting to hurt I'm hunting for a skirt, if she's beautiful, drug her And if her man riffs, I got the louisville slugger Ken Griffey swing with an axe at ya face Little pieces of ya skull's all over the place Attacking shit I'm accurate, never missed a target Open up ya mouth son I'll use my fist to clog it. Dead up for real, you better get up ya shield Cause when I set up to to peel shots you'll be wet as a seal. Your fleet might be deep, but I'm rollin with worse thugs Prone to burst slugs, like Stalone in First blood![Necro] We get in real fights, but I might hit you wit steel pipesLeave you wit flesh bites, that heal right, if I feel spite You dick suckin whore, bitch you ain't Chuck Norris Bullets travel through skulls like fuckin explorers Evil like the auras and correners, holding foreign objects Due process to cut ya screen like sub marine destroyers Punches to ya head in bunches Your goin down like munchkins doin lunges Rippin through stomach muscles like crunches Like metal nunchukes, smashin ya ribs till their soft like sponges Coughin up a lung of blood cells All you super guys will get pulverized When we brawl unsupervised, your eyes are red like trooper disguise Like having your pupil stomped by a storm trooper Brutal demise, repeated pain like I'm loopin up cries Boxing like romans an ancient greeks, in the middle ages. creeps Fought with spiked gloves. youll get dangerously beat Fuck breaking through floor boards, we're war lords And maintain jail hard. like chain mail, and broad swords[Chorus: repeat 2X] Street veteran, we crack ya head you need excederin Aint no fear here A man steps we shreddin himVeteran, ya gear we reddining When the glocks pop, you drop so hard you crack the sediment[Mr. Hyde] A flurry shots, will shank you like triceratops Leave you wet like when a bottle of sherry pops in ya grill Its foul like little babies licking cock You disgust me, like old ladies with chicken pocks Equal rights, if a bitch steps outta line I have to fight her, Male or female, I'll drink ya blood like apple cider Wish master, pulling out my bitch blaster Your dead and I'm breathing cause I empty clips faster Thugin it out, my click is obnoxious We'll jig you wit lock picks and dig in your pockets Blast teks directly through you Avrirex, Peirce flesh and bone Earth worms bless ya dome. I'm dipped in fatigues and steel combat boots Aim for your front tooth and co stomp that loose! Cold merciless , hookers flirt wit this, Nine inch cock I pack just to hurt you bitch And fuck gangsta rap cause I'll shank ya back Its hyde hollow tips vs. your blanks and caps unlucky kids that fought me already know, Cause I left their bodies stinking like courtney's sweaty hole. Aye yo You steppin to us without a weapon to bust, We'll jack you out your range rover, make you trek in the bus![Necro] You'll have your head handed to you, end up a dead bandit Slayed by the commander of brutal, you betta understand it We using fistacuffs and pistol snuffs To call ya bluffs, if your full of fluff and think your mister tough You'll remain a peasant, pain is unpleasant Like eating the brain of pheasant Destroy you like crack cocaine resin Bring it to you like armored horseman Like a trauma abortion This is benly drama endorsment Smashing you like the arms of four menA supporter of gore enforcement Cock, brain splattered on floor cement Seeing cattle killed is similair to men dying On euorpean battle fields, shit is that real, I'm not lying You might be missing, by tradition we try to fight a fishin Were like weapons that move fast, like the light in the prism Holmes take it off, make a choice, get hit wit bone Breaking force in ya trachea till you can't make a voiceEnter the prize ring know as the streets A survive thing if you're weak and we known as cadaver or meat[Chorus]
Это интересно:На лейбле Psycho+Logical всегда было статичное количество страшных рэперов, читающих о самых отвратительных, всюду табуированных вещах. Но по настоящему ужасным был только один – Mr. Hyde. От его единственного релиза четырехлетней давности действительно мурашки ходили по коже. И вот лейбл, сильно сдав свои позиции, решил порадовать нас в период лето-осень 2008 небольшой кучкой релизов – встречайте... продолжение
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