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NO! Mommy mommy, mommy!

What honey? What's the matter?

I had a bad dream

About what sweetie?

It's Mr. Hyde, Mr. Hyde is coming!

[Little Brittany]
Hyde, Hyde, Mr. Hyde, everybody in the room must die {*4X*}

[Mr. Hyde]
Walking war minded where there's echo doused in blood
From stretching out your lungs mega petrify my guns
So I keep 'em concealed I'll leave you leakin' for real
The motherfuckin' Devil kid Grim Reaper with steel
Yo the sickle's on reserve load the clip up with my word
I spit 'til you're disturbed verbs ticklin' your nerves
I cock back the hammer in your center with gore shots
Fouly droppin' newborns on top of their soft spots
It's slick vagina soars rippin' out your spinal chords
You got gashes with no boards but you're dead like dinosaurs
Hand cuff you to the bed, the drama's seeming sickening
Leave you faggots dead just like Jeffery Dahmer's victims
Pissin' in your mouth, you got an obscene smile
Your teeth are shinin' yellow like that retard from Green Mile
I Slice your wrists with the box cutter like, this
Another fly bitch with the butterfly, stitch
Born to hate your par so you catch a gapin' scar
A wide open wound you can't close with staplers
Or a needle and thread this beat is leaving you dead
I blow a shot through yo' top now I can see through your head
[Little Brittany]
Hyde, Hyde, Mr. Hyde, everybody in the room must die {*4X*}

[Mr. Hyde]
My squad will bust through in herds bitch let me remind you
You're cough up your tonsils with my elephant shrapnel
Destined to stomp you stuff your face in the mud
Never waistin' no slugs that's why I pace with the jugs
Guns will point at blank range I'm pointin' pistols for brains
Leaveyou splattered like paint your whole anatomy faints
Stuffed like Latter Day Saints that don't know how to be quaint
It's assault robbery along a battery rape
Peep the tragedy shake and the pin dropping silence
You shot with the 9 inch for stoppin' the violence
Do you a slight favor before you're mortified
Cut you with the lightsaber all wounds be cauterized
Ain't nowhere to hide from my gruesome legacy
It's hard to flee while you bleed 'cause you're losing energy
Foul like sexual harassin', blast you with the MAC-10
Violent homicide the intellectual assassin
Drills, saws and tools fill the gore slaughter you
Drown you in a water pool now your breath bubbles rise
Trash troubles lies but see I'm the one who ends 'em
Death in disguise with the Leatherface resemblance

[Little Brittany]
Hyde, Hyde, Mr. Hyde, everybody in the room must die {*4X*}