Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Malignant Messiah, artist - Mr. Hyde. Date of issue: 16.09.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Malignant Messiah |
| She sits on the window sill |
| Looking down it’s quite a thrill |
| In my tree |
| Imagining what is it like to be dead |
| She walks up on the ledge |
| Searching for the living end |
| Mr. Hyde, your messiah, Necro on production, brain abduction, check it |
| Your messiah’s arrived prepare to fire your nines |
| Make up your mind and decide if you desire to die |
| By the tyrant of knives it’s Mr. Hyde and I thrive |
| To put you dead in the dirt death acquired your cries |
| I’m the scourge of the earth I’ve been a merchant since birth |
| The devil bobs his head to the dancing dirges of hurt |
| One insult is all it takes and my blade assaults your face |
| Now I’m feasting on sheep like the ape in Altered States |
| You can til I’m rolling hard til my nine explodes and charge |
| I’m giving broken arms like I practice shota con |
| I’ll blast your cabbage on nuthin near your average scar |
| Leave you for the scavengers a martyr with your salvage on |
| My evil slang consists I’m from the latin languages |
| Vanquish you with bangers after strangle you with blankets kid |
| Take a piss on you bitch and then I’ll lace you with phlegm |
| Foul like Malaki and Howie puffin base behind a shem |
| Leavin you with belly pains headin into hell with chains |
| Beat the elderly with canes til I see their smelly brains |
| You’re seekin to live because you’re dreamin' it kids |
| See what the sandman will bring ain’t what the demons will give |
| It’s Hyde the dream crusher hide disease catcher |
| Receiving the rash exceed and breath cancer |
| The pain’s expected fuckin' major wreckage |
| When I blaze my tech kid it’ll cave your chest in |
| My blades connected with your face and left it |
| Greatly twisted gotta pay to fix it |
| I’ll stick you through your scarf leave your neck with bloody scars |
| Gettin' hectic like a baby fallin off the monkey bars |
| Anthem shreddin' ya’ll stuff myself 'til my lungs bleed |
| The jungle predator son I’ll hunt better hungry |
| Dedicated to sins like separating your limbs |
| Desecrating your skin by decorating with pins |
| You’re undressing confession gettin' fucked by a priest |
| Ain’t no rosary beads will have you touchin' his beesh |
| You keep on steppin' to me you’ll be receiving some props |
| I’ll let my weapon release and now you’re bleeding a lot |