Mr. Hyde

Mr. Hyde - Married To Pain songtekst

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Pain...how dare you use that word? What youth it shows to me. It's only a shadow

Pain has a face. Allow me to show it to you. I am pain..



[Necro]

We are gathered here today to join these two in holy matrimony

Are you willing to accept pain as your lawfully wedded wife?  (I Do)

And are you willing to accept this piece of a shit as your lawfully wedded victim?  (I Do!!!)

I know pronounce you married to pain!



[Mr. Hyde]

It's Mr. Hyde you fuckin whore best be lockin up your door

Contaminators filled with gore stitch you up to cut you more

Blood is what you lost, you're a very lucky corpse

Slicin you like Vietnam people cuttin puppy dogs

You know my glock is live so be cautious not to die

Fuck with Hyde and shots will fire cross the T's and dot the I's

Crews are losin lots of lives if they battlin my zombies

We bustin bullet holes all up in your Abercrombies

Blood is gushin out when my knuckles touch your mouth

Don't give a fuck about teeth in my fist I'll pluck 'em out

Reachin for my shank leavin 2 ducks with scars

Right through guts I carve I'm cooped up and starved

Nestled in my basement my testament's enslavement

If you speakin hostile you be wrestlin with crazed men

Cave men with appetites that all attack at nights

Salt will make your wounds sting like a yellow jacket bite

Don't believe I burst techs you ain't seen the worst yet

I'll kill your fuckin seed before he takes his first step



[Chorus]

Accept your vows you're married to pain

Don't take it personal but kid you had to be slain

I'll hack through your skull and spit on your corpse

And if the pulse stops consider it a divorce

Before I fill the torch up you best to sign the pre-nup

Or you'll need surgery like a porno star with B cups

Married to pain I be disparagin frames

Fuck a scene I'll let my foes scars carry my name



[Mr. Hyde]

I'm different from normal dudes cause I got a shorter fuse

And I'm in the sorta mood to slaughter you with fortitude

My hatchet presents a very violent offense

Blood leakin out of your vest til your apparel is drenched

You got beef I'll let my ice slit your mug

The concrete connects with triplets of blood

Divide you in fourths just like you sign a divorce

Then I'll drop in a plot sprinkle all on your corpse

The stench starts to fade but you are trenched in a grave

If your flesh can't be saved bums eventually rape

They'll feast like the holidays at least til you rot away

So much meat it's like they hit the lottery

No seeds to debauchery it runs in my veins

I'm always lookin for an object to bludgeon your brains

The intent is tainted when I commit a blatant sin

Like stickin razors in your flesh to irritate your skin

I'm lettin satan in he's takin over the wheel

I get to break your limbs he gets my soul in the deal



[Chorus]



[Mr. Hyde]

Yeah that's right mother fuckers it's Mr. Hyde up in here.  Heavily hackin you up

Give a big mother fuckin shot to Ming the Merciless, Eriz Hustler, Scotty Wax, NGP

and all my fucked up flesh eating zombies out there.  Keep catchin bodies!
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