Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Them, artist - Mr. Hyde. Album song Barn of the Naked Dead, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.09.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Psycho+Logical
Song language: English
Them |
They’re coming here. |
They’re waiting to take the city |
They’re peering around buildings at night |
And they’re waiting, they’re waiting for you |
And they’ll take you one by one and no one will hear you scream |
No one will hear you SCREEEAAAM !!! |
Stick an ax in your guts like Maximus bumpin Exodus |
Bonded by hemoglobin dumpin clips in your tits the annocist activist |
The brotherhood of evil mutants run up on you |
Shootin people fuckin feeble unit none of us are good |
The toxic avengin your head the reverend of death |
In the end the revelation of flesh being stretched to the ending |
Your homo click is exterminated like vermin |
Roamin through train stations terminated by electrical currents occurin |
I rock a pair of Nikes hiking through the streets |
Like a viking holding spikes I’m civilized and devilized don’t sleep |
You’re not ill you perpetrate the blood that circulates |
In your vertebrae your squirting your shirt with the perverted murder percolate |
The revolting insulting cult king is resulting |
As the sickest fuck on the planet earth catapulting molting |
I’ll be a billionaire and still be down to throw you down the stairs |
And kill you rockin you with military keep it ill on you |
I don’t care come God of atrocity kill you with 5 fingers constantly |
The monstrosity king of the scum bags king of colostomy |
My gun bang we run things give you a neck tie |
Look how your tongue hangs it’s bloodbath pornography |
Splatter fest the sado masochist I’ll paint the walls with your blood |
Physical graffiti cynical agreeing |
This is murder world welcome to your death after the afterlife |
I’ll murder you again laugh with the burner to your head |
Suicide soldiers like the heavens gate die obsessed with hate |
Blood stained holy books are like a test of faith |
Like the word of God telling me to kill only murder pagans |
Telling me to sacrifice you in the name of satan |
Pain lost an abomination unholy combination |
Circle of tyrants we control an entire nation |
That can attack you like the Dawn of the Dead |
Rather be backstage catchin head from your daughter instead |
You on all fours candle stuck to your back like gauze |
I’d rather make a lamp shade of your skin tac you to walls |
When the boredom sets in pull out my axe from the stall |
Howie pops up enough packs to last us til fall |
The wizard of gore diminished like your skull with a sword |
Emotionless leave it to a finish like midgets and dwarfs |
God hates us all so we burn churches your mouth’s a urinal bitch |
Blaze with the deep purple I hurt you on purpose |
I never got shit handed to me The silver spoon is only used to cook the food in the pot your kid’s a fantasy |
We sick goons we don’t give a fuck what you say |
Above the law dead an apology strait from DA’s |
Blaze law killa go coked berretta the scheme |
If I don’t blow up this lab in the kitchen from methamphetamines |
The wall’s closin in too much to fight |
Pay Per View suicide we all die tonight |
Yo I slay who I wanna when creating a horror |
See my state of nirvana is to make you a goner |
Stick a pick in your stomach because I’m sick of you frontin |
But still I’m quicker to bludgeon and catchin victims with nuthin |
I’ll whip out the sharp shank and stick and jig up with ease |
I watch your ligaments bleed with very vigorous speed |
My left hook is known to put a bitch in the scene |
And transform his face into mystery meat |
After I clap at the wig your skull will snap like a twig |
There ain’t no little body counts I make my massacres big |
Carefully put in my clips so that the bullets could rip |
You gettin butchered to bits to me is as good as it gets |
Bet you leave on a stretcher when the 16 wet ya Wit ya cap twist it back like a major league catcher |
Your head will bleed ketchup and your garments are soaked |
Watch me finish the job with somethin sharp in your throat |