Braaains - Necro, Mr. Hyde

The Godfather of the gore genre

Fake mobsters get chopped Into pasta lasagna

Parmesan body part salsa

You bled like a bitch red sprit, second the fucking lid

Hit your a dick head cause blood is squirting out your head like piss

Attack bike goons, trooping up platoons, Like baboons

Pack you in a tomb, skin you alive like a raccoon

Decapitated chunks when the thirty eight dumps

Rep it like Tommy Huighet, leave you with amputated stumps

Perverted like Pee Wee Herman, the meat cleaver leaves you like Steve Irwin

Squirming with heart murmins like flesh sirloin

You better bet that I’m bein deader than dead

Your in the after life staring at your torso

From your beheaded head

Your fucking bugging cause

You disrespecting I’ll be cutting jugulars

Rockin meat district butcher gloves

Hit your frontal lobe with scissors quick

Carve with a knife, Hemoglobin drizzle drip

Scar you for life on some prision shit

You know, it looks like rigormortis is setting in

Just one of my miserable actions

I’ll leave you in visible tractions

I’m using a scissor for hacking

And both of my fists for cracking

In vision my zombies ripping your aunties, uncles, parents, grannies

And now the ravines attacks you with the quickness

Check your cabinets

The medicine, your head is in a place beyond a sedative

Your better off deserve it

The devil says your univalent

My crew of hate will fill the street

In a basement building, Built like Mr. T

Like Rocky 3, The cops will flee

And shock and dock your mockery

We’re coming to get ya, Cut you to bits

With muddy mitts and stubbornness

The cruddy pics of guts you rip

Pick up the blood with hungry lips

If lifes a bitch than that’s a wish

The vicious cycle get you sick

The feds will fish for hearts intestines

And the Marshall evidence

A style of racial slur

Lace your facials with my urine

Taste and waste the pace of burning

Like you ate liquid detergent

We’ll hurt you kid I’m certain

You’ll be murked by lurking merchants

That insert the blades

That slurp your brains

To circulate with vermin

I can feel myself rot