Buggin' Out

[sample] 
  It's not good any more.  It's a cash bar.  25 dollars 
  You fucking ugly bitch I'm gonna stab you to death then play around with your blood 

  [Necro] 
  Yo word up get the fucking mop 
  Ain't bout to leave all your fuckin blood on the floor.  Bitch 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 fucker rough enough or tough enough to step it 
  God forbid you knuckle up you'll probably get snuffed to death 
  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 fuckin 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 shit 
  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 
  Shit's got no fuckin 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 fuckin bitches it's Mr.  Hyde in your grill 
  I'll spill your fuckin blood.  MCC will spill your fuckin blood 
  Psycho+logical spills your fuckin blood 
  Junkyard dog will spill your fuckin blood 
  Fat motherfuckin Pat will spill your fuckin blood 
  Stick an AIDS needle in your arm full 
  Of cats blood mother fuckers is not playing.  2004