Mr. Hyde - Spill Your Blood lyrics

[sample] It's not good any more. It's a cash bar. 25 dollars You f**ing ugly b**h I'm gonna stab you to d**h then play around with your blood [Necro] Yo word up get the f**ing mop Ain't bout to leave all your f**in blood on the floor. b**h we will.. [Chorus] Spill your blood on the concrete Split your mug and let you leak Holding guns and rolling deep Psycho thugs you don't want beef [Mr. Hyde] When Mr. Hyde enters the room you reside inside a tomb When I off you with the blade in a coffin's where you stay There ain't a f**er rough enough or tough enough to step it God forbid you knuckle up you'll probably get snuffed to d**h Hook a right and a left my jooks is spikin your flesh But you received it like a man and took it right in your chest Ya'll are thinkin that you're thugs I'ma split open your jugs Grab and spit it you from all the kickin get blood on my lugs Get to act it f**in nice like to act to cut and slice If you front it's logical that I attack you with a knife I stay strapped and shady cause I'm packin a 380 After life decision makers wanna banish me to Hades But I'm still grippin the heat sprayin off a pound of shells Gonna need a thicker leash to restrain the hounds of hell See my bloody fists'll drip then I'll add like 50 kicks To your cranium I'm bangin 'em with the biscuit itch My whole crew is sick known to start some stupid sh** And if you disrespect you'll probably see a trooper kid They'll be marchin to your door strappin hard to start a war They'll wait for my demand the command to spark the door [Chorus] [Mr. Hyde] My sick thoughts'll provoke a pitchfork in your throat You'll get tossed in a moat your torn corpse doesn't float There's too many holes in it your flesh and your clothes are ripped From head to toes are bit food for the chosen fish Shut up and slice it's time to cut up and dice I'll drink every last gulp raising blood isn't nice When I'm going to the shortage I am hoping for a slaughter sh**'s got no f**in fluid and reduced to rigormortis The postmortem cease as I open up my shotty Wait for the police to come and catch a bonus body It's a bad afternoon when you're stabbed with the spoon Jab til the wounds laughter ensues I'm trudging through blood with guts stuck in my Timbs After my bludgeoning blood saws and cut off your limbs You can beg me but earnestly your life ain't concerned to me The crimson and burgundy you drip for eternity [Chorus] [Mr. Hyde] Yo that's right you little f**in b**hes it's Mr. Hyde in your grill I'll spill your f**in blood. MCC will spill your f**in blood Psycho+logical spills your f**in blood Junkyard dog will spill your f**in blood Fat motherf**in Pat will spill your f**in blood Stick an AIDS needle in your arm full Of cats blood mother f**ers is not playing. 2004