Malignant Messiah

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She sits on the window sill

Looking down it's quite a thrill

In the tree

Imagining what it is like to be dead

She walks on the ledge

Searching for the living end

[Mr. Hyde]

Mr. Hyde your messiah Necro on production brain abduction. Check it

[Chorus]

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 cry

[Mr. Hyde]

I'm the scourge of the earth I've been a merchant since birth

The devil bobs his head to this the detergents of hurt

One insult is all it takes and my blade assaults your face

I'm feasting on sheep like the ape in Altered States

You can til I'm rolling hard til my nine explodes and charge

I'm giving broken arms like I practice yoda con

I'll blast your cabbage on nuthin near your average scar

Leave you for the scavengers a martyr with your salvage on

My evil slang consists I'm from the latin languages

Vanquish you with bangers after strangle you with blankets kid

Take a piss on you bitch and then I'll lace you with phlegm

Foul like Malaki and Howie puffin base behind a shem

Leavin you with belly pains headin into 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

[Chorus]

[Mr. Hyde]

It's Hyde the dream caster hide disease catcher

Receiving the rash exceed and breath cancer

Your 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 peace

You keep on steppin to me you'll be receiving some props

I'll let my weapon release and now you're bleeding a lot

[Chorus]