Shoot to Kill - Mr. Hyde

From out the dry skies, get doused when God cries

Leap out your eyes, lies, you’re 'bout to die, bye

Watch out for Hyde and drowned out replies

No doubt we got knives to gouge out your eyes

Skies that kill plan, don’t feel bad, we fill lead

Landfills full of severed skeleton hands

Psycho+Logical-, pop pop you got a few

Bullets in your skull a chop top will body You

Throat chokin', clothes soakin', 20 hemoglobin

Pokin' out your globe, comatose and hope your eyes open

You think I’m jokin', nope, devote to what I quote

Deliriously serious, an overdose on dope

It’s comparible, you’re wearin' all the fashionable tears

I share the spare flesh with other cannibals like bears

I swear to shoot clips, you’re scared cuz You missed

Prepare for blue lips, your prayers are useless

Skin veins with dirty blades, severed limbs soaked in aids

My 20 gauge kaze smoke cats like ashtrays

Strays graze your brains, blood drips along with piss

Projectile fifths with clips, it’s pure bliss

A nocturnal breed, itchy trigger finger squeeze

M-16's breeze, your spleens is figurines

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a ?, just like Gothika, it’s sick

Your esophagus is slit and hangin' from my bottom lip

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rejected at very close range

Your bloody, disconnected vertabrae is strange

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veins for purple haze, keep You?

locked up in a bird gauge

Locked up in a birdcage

Shopped with absurd rage, my boppin'?

spit

Divorcin' your head bitch, your corpse will be?

Dead bodies by the bunch, fuckin' stackin' 'em up

I stay attackin' with knucks, the soundtrack to a snuff