Sean Strange - Corpse Trail Of The Beastman lyrics

[Intro:] Yeah, Yeah, Mr. Hyde is back to butcher your f**in skull Sean Strange on the beat (hahaha) [Chorus] I gotcha u, gotcha u, gotcha u, gotcha u Gotcha u feeling this sh** Lyrical to this beat that's the code of the streets I gotcha u, gotcha u, gotcha u, gotcha u Gotcha u feeling this sh** Lyrical to this beat that's the code of the streets I gotcha u, gotcha u, gotcha u, gotcha u Gotcha u feeling this sh** Lyrical to this beat that's the code of the streets I gotcha u, gotcha u, gotcha u, gotcha u Gotcha u feeling this sh** If I have to set it off then I have to leave a corpse [Verse 1: Mr. Hyde] You punk ba*tards bleed If you cross paths with me I sure blast the heat Leave thought rancid meat Gang banging your set My serpents strangle and infect Insert my fangs into your neck Your f**ing strangled to d**h By the poison My loins are down your mother's throat I smothered tell she shuttered Chuck her off a f**ing boat I'm the grinder of meat And I'm the mind of police They think of Hyde Every time they find a spine in the creek Keep your a** in your seat Before I cause a ma**ively Cracking of your hands and feet Feed my pit the limbs are sweet See my whistling shots I got you pissing your boxers Me and gore go together just like b**hs and gossip Brutal battle axes hack Disattach you from your legs Now your feeble Like a baby eagle hatching from a egg Chop, Chop, chunks of these Bloody spot on dungarees Keep your ribs in my fridge later on I'll be Hungary [Chorus] [Verse 2: Mr Hyde] A yo god bless Anyone who try to contests f** a bomb threat Shank you like a Bernard Getts If you raise your fist at me You'll witness the viciously Cause Hyde is the epiney of every mystery f** barking at you I got a f**ing arsenal And when it's dark out My crew whips out your heart to chew Kid you stupid a lot Then you'll get broken and rott And even toted and blocked Hit you with soap in your socks Son I bring the pestilence Penetrate your chest aments With the plague, blade, sprayed Witcha your own blood falay I drain souls with satin Your painless is waiting To drain veins I'm making The main frames and break em You must of messed up With the shell in your chest up Casket breath took From receiving my left hook Fall back behind An snort your last line You're going be here awhile Cause torture takes time [Chorus]