Mr. Hyde - Corpse Trail Of The Beast Man lyrics

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