Texty: Mr. Hyde. Chronicles Of The Beas Tman. Killer Collage.

(feat. Q-Unique, Ill Bill & DJ Eclipse)

[Mr Hyde:]
For the sake of the gore, so we'll awake in the morn, go fuckin breakin your jaw, I hope you haters get torn,
Blood kicked on the floor, you know your drinkin your quarter, up the slaughter, it shows your bones get sawed up,
Split half the clip, bat the bisk, your a quickness,
The bitches, the distance, so witness the sickness,
Demolish is like witches can cut into potions, I'm spicious my head sow get dropped in the ocean, pop with the motion, the clocks are explodin, your rockin the nose with the ox that I'm holdin,
You fold the compression, the molder corresure infection, I bet ya corrosion will get ya,
Fest your with death, your cork style is drained, I'll dispatch your batch with short spots of pain,
Claimed souls will stay hold the keys to destuction, the same old brain bone bleed is disgusting.

[Q-Unique:]
Still I feel your full of lead, got the hollow tips fillin to your blood are spillin red,
Holla at the villain with the brode that killer fed, I'm swallowin the pill, fillin visions in my head, enemies are still a dead,
Mister murder, I'll make a jump suit out of your flesh, a pal, a rottweiler will devour the rest,
You pray for world-peace, I pray for world-chaos, I work to alertin the beast out of the stayos,
The street demon will leave you in the streets bleedin, my sweet seemin cover your bitches deep cleam in,
Dumb undercover tryin to score bird, let's save the earth and smoke weed, but I go to derth,
Losers stuck in time, find a god for a crime to earn a buck and I lose my fuckin mind,
Robbed him twice cause he said he had more, let's infiltrate the system with Freddy Madbore!