Spill Your Blood - Mr. Hyde

It’s not good any more.

It’s a cash bar.

25 dollars

You fucking ugly bitch I’m gonna stab you to death then play around with your

blood

Yo word up get the fucking mop

Ain’t bout to leave all your fuckin blood on the floor.

Bitch we will.

Spill your blood on the concrete

Split your mug and let you leak

Holding guns and rolling deep

Psycho thugs you don’t want beef

When Mr. Hyde enters the room you reside inside a tomb

When I off you with the blade in a coffin’s where you stay

There ain’t a fucker rough enough or tough enough to step it God forbid you knuckle up you’ll probably get snuffed to death

Hook a right and a left my jooks is spikin your flesh

But you received it like a man and took it right in your chest

Ya’ll are thinkin that you’re thugs I’ma split open your jugs

Grab and spit it you from all the kickin get blood on my lugs

Get to act it fuckin nice like to act to cut and slice

If you front it’s logical that I attack you with a knife

I stay strapped and shady cause I’m packin a 380

After life decision makers wanna banish me to Hades

But I’m still grippin the heat sprayin off a pound of shells

Gonna need a thicker leash to restrain the hounds of hell

See my bloody fists’ll drip then I’ll add like 50 kicks

To your cranium I’m bangin 'em with the biscuit itch

My whole crew is sick known to start some stupid shit

And if you disrespect you’ll probably see a trooper kid

They’ll be marchin to your door strappin hard to start a war

They’ll wait for my demand the command to spark the door

My sick thoughts’ll provoke a pitchfork in your throat

You’ll get tossed in a moat your torn corpse doesn’t float

There’s too many holes in it your flesh and your clothes are ripped

From head to toes are bit food for the chosen fish

Shut up and slice it’s time to cut up and dice

I’ll drink every last gulp raising blood isn’t nice

When I’m going to the shortage I am hoping for a slaughter

Shit’s got no fuckin fluid and reduced to rigormortis

The postmortem cease as I open up my shotty

Wait for the police to come and catch a bonus body

It’s a bad afternoon when you’re stabbed with the spoon

Jab til the wounds laughter ensues

I’m trudging through blood with guts stuck in my Timbs

After my bludgeoning blood saws and cut off your limbs

You can beg me but earnestly your life ain’t concerned to me The crimson and burgundy you drip for eternity

Yo that’s right you little fuckin bitches it’s Mr. Hyde in your grill

I’ll spill your fuckin blood.

MCC will spill your fuckin blood

Psycho+logical spills your fuckin blood

Junkyard dog will spill your fuckin blood

Fat motherfuckin Pat will spill your fuckin blood

Stick an AIDS needle in your arm full

of cats blood mother fuckers is not playing.

2004