Malignant Messiah

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She sits on the window sill
Looking down it's quite a thrill
In my tree
Imagining what is it like to be dead
She walks up on the ledge
Searching for the living end

[Mr. Hyde]
Mr. Hyde, your Messiah, Necro on production, brain abduction, check it

[Hook]
Your messiah's arrived prepare to fire your nines
Make up your mind and decide if you desire to die
By the tyrant of knives it's Mr. Hyde and I thrive
To put you dead in the dirt death acquired your cries

[Mr. Hyde]
I'm the scourge of the earth I've been in urgent since birth
The Devil bobs his head to the dancing dirges of hurt
One insult is all it takes and my blade assaults your face
Now I'm feasting on sheep like the ape in Altered States
Think that y'all are rolling hard 'til my nine explodes and charge
I'm giving broken arms like I practice Shotacon
I'll blast your cabbage on nothin' near your average scar
Leave you for the scavengers a martyr with your cabbage on
My evil slang consists of backwards Latin languages
Vanquish you with bangers but they strangle you with blankets kid
Take a piss on you bitch and then I'll lace you with phlegm
Foul like Mordechai and Howie puffin' base for HaShem
Leavin' you with belly pains headin' to Hell with chains
Beat the elderly with canes 'til I see their smelly brains
You're seekin' to live because you're dreamin' it kids
See what the Sandman will bring ain't what the demons will give

[Hook]

[Mr. Hyde]
It's Hyde the dream crusher rad disease catcher
Receiving the rash exceed and breath cancer
The pain's expected fuckin' major wreckage
When I blaze my tech kid it'll cave your chest in
My blades connected with your face and left it
Greatly twisted gotta pay to fix it
I'll stick you through your scarf leave your neck with bloody scars
Gettin' hectic like a baby fallin' off the monkey bars
Anthem shreddin' ya'll stuff myself 'til my lungs bleed
The jungle predator son I'll hunt better hungry
Dedicated to sins like separating your limbs
Desecrating your skin by decorating with pins
You're undressing confession gettin' fucked by a priest
Ain't no rosary beads will have you touchin' his beesh
You think by steppin' to me you'll be receiving some props
I'll let my weapon release and now you're bleeding a lot!

[Hook]