Gruesome Twosome Freestyle - Necro, Mr. Hyde, The Gruesome Twosome

Grimy thug shit

The fuck you up shit…

For all the peeps in the crud with morphine in their blood

Peep me, reach inside my movie — pull a scene from the mud

Son, you dreaming you’re thug, we’ll hit your team with the scud

Missile, this’ll fuck your pistol — laser beam in your jug

You’re fuckin' with the wrong crew, son, our demons will haunt you

Psycho+Logical cats’ll blow a shot through your caps

Known for rockin' an axe, a lent you a sledge

We decapitate heads and hide 'em under our beds

Instead of shootin' Glocks, put to use my toolbox

Pick up Phillips screw drivers

Stick and drillin' through visors

Hit like Brock Marion, you more like Maid Marian

Best use your brain savvy vs a cat that’s blade-carryin'

The grimiest thugs;

we’ll rob the lint out your pants

Then won’t deny to draw blood and leave your limbs in a cast

And if you keep testin' me you’ll meet the recipe of treachery

Greeted by the Reaper, seek your bleed-destiny

The belligerent Brooklyn-born and bred, thugged-out sicko

With hatred for life ambitious for change and pistols

Death Rap ambassador, the master of duckets

I’ll fulfill my goals, even if I must kill — fuck it

Brutal 'til the day that I die

A representative of imperative heritage in hip hop forever lives in Me through

the concrete streets where ex-cons meet

Is where I grew up, you can’t it away from me

Not much matters if blowin' up ain’t part of it

I started out doing it for the art of it

Now I’m tryin' to get my part of it: piece of it

There’s enough of it to go around without changin' our shit

We could keep it sick

Necro — the general of morbid;

Monarch of macabre metaphors, just meditate and absorb it

The medicine that keeps me alive — my fan base

Goin' through withdraw for heroin cause they can’t wait