Hellbound - Mr. Hyde

Twisted scenes on the Beastman genius of the fiendish

The leader of the scheming team of human-being demons

Gleam like a starsteam targeting my harpoon

Bark at the moon son the horror bout to start

I’m the shark you’re the food you’re the mark I will sharpshoot

Heartless and smooth I’m the spark in a dark room

Lots of atrocities are droppin' out my glossary

Toxic disease breed monsterous ferocity

Hunt you bugs like nighton-gas fight me you’ll fail

I’m the type that will impale YOU hung with spikes and nails

WHO ever wanna get it take a chisel and embed it in your head

It’s pissing red I bet you’ll shit yourself again

Dead you like a diabetic after sugar gets injected in his neck

I’m reccommending definately serving seconds

Of the wreckage respiratory breath is lessening agressively

And wrestling with death’s a losing effort so respect it G

Yo I rip the wild shit and I’m flowing it well

And if you feeling this shit you’re probably goin' to hell

Yo I rip the foul shit and I’m flowing it well

And if you bopping you’re head you’re probably goin' to hell

I’m entrenched in a warp think I need a shrink or two

When the fever grows you’ll squeeze your nose stench is unthinkable

Molly Brown sinkable pop a hole in her

Yo the water squirts it sorta hurts when you’re drowning her

You’re the Grand Facade hand of God punch is weak you cannon heart

Wake the fuck up slut Cansas ain’t the Land of Oz

Vans and cars, trains and planes transportation ain’t the same

Patience take your time drillin' then maybe you’ll see some brains

I’m jabbing you bastards there ain’t nobody faster

And after the ass-woopin' you gon' need some asperin

Half of you faggots are scared to put your hands up

I’ll mash you up bad like a plane crashes passenger

Grab your head and hack’n’shred it you don’t need no anesthetic

Paramedic cannibals will drink your blood like Manischewitz

Ever heard another brother bludgeoned ain’t more rugged

Bring the violence like a tiger when he’s hunting for his supper

Yo I rip the wild shit and I’m flowing it well

And if you feeling this shit you’re probably goin' to hell

Yo I rip the foul shit and I’m flowing it well

And if you bopping you’re head you’re probably goin' to hell