Текст песни Mr. Hyde - Spill Your Blood
Mr. Hyde - Spill Your Blood слова песни
*sample*It`s not good any more. It`s a cash bar. 25 dollarsYou fucking ugly bitch I`m gonna stab you to death then play around with your blood[Necro]Yo word up get the fucking mopAin`t bout to leave all your fuckin blood on the floor. Bitch we will..[Chorus]Spill your blood on the concreteSplit your mug and let you leakHolding guns and rolling deepPsycho thugs you don`t want beef[Mr. Hyde]When Mr. Hyde enters the room you reside inside a tombWhen I off you with the blade in a coffin`s where you stayThere ain`t a fucker rough enough or tough enough to step itGod forbid you knuckle up you`ll probably get snuffed to deathHook a right and a left my jooks is spikin your fleshBut you received it like a man and took it right in your chestYa`ll are thinkin that you`re thugs I`ma split open your jugsGrab and spit it you from all the kickin get blood on my lugsGet to act it fuckin nice like to act to cut and sliceIf you front it`s logical that I attack you with a knifeI stay strapped and shady cause I`m packin a 380After life decision makers wanna banish me to HadesBut I`m still grippin the heat sprayin off a pound of shellsGonna need a thicker leash to restrain the hounds of hellSee my bloody fists`ll drip then I`ll add like 50 kicksTo your cranium I`m bangin `em with the biscuit itchMy whole crew is sick known to start some stupid shitAnd if you disrespect you`ll probably see a trooper kidThey`ll be marchin to your door strappin hard to start a warThey`ll wait for my demand the command to spark the door[Chorus][Mr. Hyde]My sick thoughts`ll provoke a pitchfork in your throatYou`ll get tossed in a moat your torn corpse doesn`t floatThere`s too many holes in it your flesh and your clothes are rippedFrom head to toes are bit food for the chosen fishShut up and slice it`s time to cut up and diceI`ll drink every last gulp raising blood isn`t niceWhen I`m going to the shortage I am hoping for a slaughterShit`s got no fuckin fluid and reduced to rigormortisThe postmortem cease as I open up my shottyWait for the police to come and catch a bonus bodyIt`s a bad afternoon when you`re stabbed with the spoonJab til the wounds laughter ensuesI`m trudging through blood with guts stuck in my TimbsAfter my bludgeoning blood saws and cut off your limbsYou can beg me but earnestly your life ain`t concerned to meThe crimson and burgundy you drip for eternity[Chorus][Mr. Hyde]Yo that`s right you little fuckin bitches it`s Mr. Hyde in your grillI`ll spill your fuckin blood. MCC will spill your fuckin bloodPsycho+logical spills your fuckin bloodJunkyard dog will spill your fuckin bloodFat motherfuckin Pat will spill your fuckin bloodStick an AIDS needle in your arm fullof cats blood mother fuckers is not playing. 2004