(feat. Little Britney)



[sample]

Mommy mommy mommy!



What honey?  What's the matter?



I had a bad dream



About what sweety?



It's Mr. Hyde, Mr. Hyde is coming



[Little Britney]

Hyde Hyde Mr. Hyde everybody in the room has died [x4]



[Mr. Hyde]

Walking war minded with the echoes doused in blood

From stretching out your lungs mega penetrate my guns

So I keep 'em concealed I'll leave you leakin for real

The mother fuckin devil kid grim reaper with steel

Yo the sickos on reserve load the clip up with my word

I spit til you're disturbed verbs ticklin your nerves

Cock back the hammer in the center with gore shot

Foully droppin newborns on top of their soft spots

Quick vagina soars rippin out your spinal chords

You got gashes on your boards but you're dead like dinosaurs

Hand cuff you to the bed the drama's seeming sickening

Leave you faggots dead just like Jeffery Dahmer's victims

Pissin in your mouth you got an obscene smile

Your teeth are shinin yellow like that retard from Green Mile

Slice your wrists with the box cutter like this

Another sly bitch with the butterfly stitch

Born to hate your par so you catch a gapin scar

A wide open wound you can't close with staplers

Or a needle and thread this beat is leaving you dead

I blow a shot through the top now I can see through your head



[Little Britney]

Hyde Hyde Mr. Hyde everybody in the room has died [x4]



[Mr. Hyde]

My squad will bust through in herds bitch let me remind you

You're coughin your tonsils with my elephant shrapnel

Destined to stomp you stuff your face in the mud

Never waist no slugs that's why I pace with the jud

Guns will point at blank range I'm pointin pistols for brains

Put you splattered like paint your whole anatomy faints

Stuffed like Latter Day Saints that don't know how to be quaint

It's assault robbery or a battery rape

Peep the tragedy shake and the pin dropping silence

You shot with the 9 inch for stoppin the violence

Do you a slight favor before you're mortified

Cut you with the light saber and wound your quarter eyes

Ain't nowhere to hide from my gruesome legacy

It's hard to flea while you bleed cause you're losing energy

Foul like sexual harassin blast you with the mack 10

Violent homicide the intellectual assassin

Drill saws and tools fill the gore slaughter you

Drown you in a water pool now your breath bubbles rise

Trash troubles lies but see I'm the one who ends em

Deatha and disguise with the leatherface resemblance



[Little Britney]

Hyde Hyde Mr. Hyde everybody in the room has died [x4]