Spill Your Blood

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