Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Weapons of Mass Destruction, artist - Mr. Hyde. Date of issue: 16.09.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Weapons of Mass Destruction |
| Wanting people to listen you can’t just tap them on the shoulder anymore |
| You have to hit them with a sledgehammer |
| And then you’ll notice you’ve got their strict attention |
| Fully functioning murder mechanisms (2X) |
| Yo fuck a gat kid, my favorite tool is a hatchet |
| There ain’t that many weapons more brutal than that shit |
| I’ll settle for a bat; |
| a metal one at that |
| Bash you with a tea pot kid, and call the kettle black |
| Torture with fork lifts, twisted on your porch this |
| Weapons assortment got you lookin awkward |
| Sharpen the pencil, and penetrate your eye |
| Heartless but gentle, a splendid way to die |
| Shackle and jux with steel grapplin hooks |
| Drop your lost corpse off in back of a bush |
| Though I prefer to bust jaws than to murder with buzzsaws |
| In terms of total damage, the burner does more |
| Twine is used to strangle, tire irons mangle |
| Police disbelieve what is underneath your Kangol |
| It bares the resemblance of fruit gettin blended |
| Use a cross bow to shoot your appendix |
| Stomp you with cleets to halt your heart beat |
| Or sharpen my teeth and tear apart fleece |
| Kill with a drill, clap with a gat |
| Maim with a flame, or hack with an axe |
| Scorch with the torch, jux with the hooks |
| Every weapon I use rearranges your looks |
| Choke with the rope, crack with the bat |
| Stick with a pick, or snap with a strap |
| Carve with a large knife and you’re trife |
| Every weapon I use puts an end to your life |
| You could be shot with the Glock, or clocked with a rock |
| Cue balls in the socks for knockin your block off |
| Storebought tools can be used to deplore you |
| A fork or a corkscrew, duke I assure you’ll |
| Die til you’re dead with the pliers and thread |
| I can close up your legs or open your head |
| An african spear packed in your rear |
| Acts as the maximum laxative here |
| A blowtorch inches way as it singes |
| AIDS blood filled to the brim in syringes |
| Sledgehammer slam chisels in chest |
| Watch the read drizzle and drip from the flesh |
| I lust to create a much rougher fate |
| Pillows cover your face as lungs suffocate |
| Though chinese stars might leave scars |
| Swords get applause when they slice out hearts |
| Diced into parts much smaller then ants |
| I liketo depart with gore on my hands |
| Fully functioning murder mechanisms (2X) |