| For the sake of the gore so we awake in the morgue
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| I’m fucking breaking your jaws up, all you haters get torn
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| Blood caked on the floor, get all your trachea clawed up
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| The slaughter, it shows up your bones get sawed up
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| Split half a clip, out the biscuit with quickness
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| The bitches that diss this’ll witness the sickness
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| Malicious, like witches concoctions or potions
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| I’m vicious, my hit so get dropped in the ocean
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| Pop with the motion, the clocks are exploding
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| You’re rocking the nose with the ox that I’m holding
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| You fold under pressure, the mould will caress you
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| Infect ya, I bet ya corrosion will get ya
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| Fester with death, your cult status drained
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| I’ll dispatch your batch in short spats of pain
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| Claimed souls that stained hold the keys to destruction
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| The same old brain bone bleeding it’s disgusting
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| Still I fill you full of lead
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| Got the hollow tips drilling till your blood is spilling red
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| Holler at the villain with the? |
| for killing feds
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| I’m swallowing the pill, filling visions in my head, enemies are still and dead
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| Mister murder, I’ll make a jump suit out of your flesh
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| A powerful Rottweiler will devour the rest
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| You pray for world peace, I pray for world chaos
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| I work to alerting the beast out of a séance
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| Street demon will leave you in the streets bleeding
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| My sweet semen cover your bitches teeth gleaming
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| Dumb undercover trying to score bird
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| Let’s save the earth and smoke weed, but I’ll go to third
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| Losers stuck in time, find a god for a crime to earn a buck and I lose my
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| fucking mind
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| Robbed him twice cause he said he had more
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| Let’s infiltrate the system with Freddy Madball
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| Satanic verses, black masses in Catholic churches
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| Casting curses, you bleed when we scratch the surface
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| The greed of a master and his servant, assassin and a serpent
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| Numbers are scratched from the surface of a ratchet
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| While cash is preferable to blasting
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| Leave you with a fucking hole in your face like what happened?
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| Why you had to die like that?
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| Took a shit on yourself while you took your last breath
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| Shoulda had respect, shoulda, coulda, woulda
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| Hit your head with hollow tip casings
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| Chopper of hatred, topple the matrix
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| Chop at the basis, virus that get trife but sacred
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| Like thirty years later thinking your life was wasted
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| The loneliest death is suicide
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| A gallery of paintings covered with the blood of truth denied
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| Streets guaranteed to turn red when youth collide
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| Yeah, I even tell the truth when I lie and this is why |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Killer Collage, artist - Mr. Hyde. Album song Chronicles of the Beastman, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп