| Pain…
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| How dare you use that word?
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| What youth it shows to me. |
| It’s only a shadow…
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| Pain has a face. |
| Allow me to show it to you. |
| I am pain.
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| We are gathered here today to join these two in holy matrimony
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| Are you willing to accept pain as your lawfully wedded wife?
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| (I Do)
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| And are you willing to accept this piece of a shit as your lawfully wedded
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| victim?
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| (I Do!!!)
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| I now pronounce you married to pain!
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| It’s Mr. Hyde you fuckin whore best be locking up your door
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| Contaminators filled with gore stitch you up to cut you more
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| Blood is what you lost, you’re a very lucky corpse
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| Slicin you like Vietnam people cutting puppy dogs
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| You know my Glock is live so be cautious not to die
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| Fuck with Hyde and shots will fire cross the T’s and dot the I’s
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| Crews are losing lots of lives if they battling my zombies
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| We bustin bullet holes all up in your Abercrombies
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| Blood is gushing out when my knuckles touch your mouth
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| Don’t give a fuck about teeth in my fist I’ll pluck 'em out
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| Reachin for my shank leaving two ducks with scars
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| Right through guts I carve I’m cooped up and starved
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| Nestled in my basement my testament’s enslavement
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| If you speaking hostile you be wrestling with crazed men
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| Cave men with appetites that all attack at nights
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| Salt will make your wounds sting like a yellow jacket bite
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| Don’t believe I burst TECs, you ain’t seen the worst yet
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| I’ll kill your fucking seed before he takes his first step
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| Accept your vows you’re married to pain
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| Don’t take it personal but kid you had to be slain
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| I’ll hack through your skull and spit on your corpse
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| And if the pulse stops consider it a divorce
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| Before I fill the torch up you best to sign the pre-nup
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| Or you’ll need surgery like a porno star with B-cups
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| Married to pain I be disparaging frames
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| Fuck a scene I’ll let my foes scars carry my name
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| I’m different from normal dudes cause I got a shorter fuse
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| And I’m in the sorta mood to slaughter you with fortitude
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| My hatchet presents a very violent offense
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| Blood leaking out of your vest till your apparel is drenched
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| You got beef I’ll let my ice slit your mug
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| The concrete connects with triplets of blood
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| Divide you in fourths just like you sign a divorce
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| Then I’ll drop in a plot sprinkle all on your corpse
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| The stench starts to fade but you are trenched in a grave
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| If your flesh can’t be saved bums eventually rape
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| They’ll feast like the holidays at least til you rot away
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| So much meat it’s like they hit the lottery
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| No seeds to debauchery it runs in my veins
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| I’m always looking for an object to bludgeon your brains
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| The intent is tainted when I commit a blatant sin
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| Like stickin razors in your flesh to irritate your skin
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| I’m lettin satan in he’s taking over the wheel
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| I get to break your limbs he gets my soul in the deal
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| Yeah that’s right motherfuckers, it’s Mr. Hyde up in here!
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| Heavily hacking you up!
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| Give a big motherfucking shot to Ming the Merciless, Eriz Hustler, Scotty Wax,
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| NGP, and all my fucked up flesh-eating zombies out there! |
| Keep catching bodies! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Married to Pain, artist - Mr. Hyde. Album song Barn of the Naked Dead, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп