| She sits on the window sill
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| Looking down it’s quite a thrill
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| In my tree
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| Imagining what is it like to be dead
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| She walks up on the ledge
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| Searching for the living end
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| Mr. Hyde, your messiah, Necro on production, brain abduction, check it
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| Your messiah’s arrived prepare to fire your nines
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| Make up your mind and decide if you desire to die
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| By the tyrant of knives it’s Mr. Hyde and I thrive
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| To put you dead in the dirt death acquired your cries
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| I’m the scourge of the earth I’ve been a merchant since birth
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| The devil bobs his head to the dancing dirges of hurt
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| One insult is all it takes and my blade assaults your face
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| Now I’m feasting on sheep like the ape in Altered States
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| You can til I’m rolling hard til my nine explodes and charge
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| I’m giving broken arms like I practice shota con
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| I’ll blast your cabbage on nuthin near your average scar
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| Leave you for the scavengers a martyr with your salvage on
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| My evil slang consists I’m from the latin languages
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| Vanquish you with bangers after strangle you with blankets kid
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| Take a piss on you bitch and then I’ll lace you with phlegm
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| Foul like Malaki and Howie puffin base behind a shem
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| Leavin you with belly pains headin into hell with chains
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| Beat the elderly with canes til I see their smelly brains
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| You’re seekin to live because you’re dreamin' it kids
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| See what the sandman will bring ain’t what the demons will give
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| It’s Hyde the dream crusher hide disease catcher
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| Receiving the rash exceed and breath cancer
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| The pain’s expected fuckin' major wreckage
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| When I blaze my tech kid it’ll cave your chest in
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| My blades connected with your face and left it
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| Greatly twisted gotta pay to fix it
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| I’ll stick you through your scarf leave your neck with bloody scars
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| Gettin' hectic like a baby fallin off the monkey bars
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| Anthem shreddin' ya’ll stuff myself 'til my lungs bleed
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| The jungle predator son I’ll hunt better hungry
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| Dedicated to sins like separating your limbs
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| Desecrating your skin by decorating with pins
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| You’re undressing confession gettin' fucked by a priest
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| Ain’t no rosary beads will have you touchin' his beesh
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| You keep on steppin' to me you’ll be receiving some props
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| I’ll let my weapon release and now you’re bleeding a lot |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Malignant Messiah, artist - Mr. Hyde. Album song Barn of the Naked Dead, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп