Yeah, Yeah, Mr. Hyde is back to butcher your f**in' skull
Short Strange on the beat(hahaha)
I gotcha you, gotcha you, gotcha you, gotcha you
Gotcha you fellin' this sh**
Lyrical to this beat that's the code of the streets
I gotcha you, gotcha you, gotcha you, gotcha you
Gotcha you fellin' this sh**
Lyrical to this beat that's the code of the streets
I gotcha you, gotcha you, gotcha you, gotcha you
Gotcha you fellin' this sh**
Lyrical to this beat that's the code of the streets
I gotcha you, gotcha you, gotcha you, gotcha you
Gotcha you fellin' this sh**
If I have to set it off then I have to leave a corpse
You forecast is bleak
If you cross paths with me
I sure blast the heat
Leave thought rancid meat
Gangbanging your set
My serpents strangle and infect
Insert my fangs in your neck
Your f**ing strangled to d**h
By the poison
My loins are down your mother's throat
I smothered till she shuttered
Chuck her off a f**ing boat
I'm the grinder of meat
And I'm the mind of police
They think of Hyde
Every time they find a spine in the creek
Keep your a** in your seat
Before I cause a ma**ive leak
Hacking off your hands and feet
Feed my pit the limbs are sweet
See my whistling shots
I got you pissing your boxers
Me and gore go together just like b**hes and gossip
Brutal battle axes hack
Disattach you from your legs
Now you're feeble
Like a baby eagle hatching from an egg
Chop, Choping, chunks with easy
Bloody spot on dungarees
Keep your ribs in my fridge later on I'll be hungary
I gotcha you, gotcha you, gotcha you, gotcha you
Gotcha you fellin' this sh**
Lyrical to this beat that's the code of the streets
I gotcha you, gotcha you, gotcha you, gotcha you
Gotcha you fellin' this sh**
Lyrical to this beat that's the code of the streets
I gotcha you, gotcha you, gotcha you, gotcha you
Gotcha you fellin' this sh**
Lyrical to this beat that's the code of the streets
I gotcha you, gotcha you, gotcha you, gotcha you
Gotcha you fellin' this sh**
If I have to set it off then I have to leave a corpse
A yo god bless
Anyone who try to contests
f** a bomb threat
Shank you like a Beranrd Getts
If you raise your fist at me
You'll witness the visciously
Cause Hyde is the emphinay of every mystery
f** barking at you
I got a f**ing arsenal
And when it's dark out
My crew whips your heart out to chew
Kid you stupid a lot
Then you'll get broken and rott
And even toted and blocked
Hit you with soap in your socks
Son I bring the pestilence
Penetrate your chest in inch
With the plague, blade, sprayed
Witcha your own blood falay
I drain souls with satan
Your painless is waiting
To drain veins I'm making
The main frames and break em
You must have messed up
With the shell in your chest up
Casket breath took
From recievnig my left hook
Fall back, recline
And snort your last line
You're going to be here awhile
Cause torture takes time
I gotcha you, gotcha you, gotcha you, gotcha you
Gotcha you fellin' this sh**
Lyrical to this beat that's the code of the streets
I gotcha you, gotcha you, gotcha you, gotcha you
Gotcha you fellin' this sh**
Lyrical to this beat that's the code of the streets
I gotcha you, gotcha you, gotcha you, gotcha you
Gotcha you fellin' this sh**
Lyrical to this beat that's the code of the streets
I gotcha you, gotcha you, gotcha you, gotcha you
Gotcha you fellin' this sh**
If I have to set it off then I have to leave a corpse