Violins of Violence feat. Mr.Hyde

歌詞

(feat. Mr. Hyde) (Sample from the movie - "The Messenger: The Story of Joan of Arc") "Go home! Go now, in peace! If you do not go now, you will be buried in this field! I've seen...enough...blood! But if you want more, I can't stop you! I can only warn you, that it will be your blood... Not ours!" (Necro) Evil is anointed get disappointed Guillotine to your spleen, you'll get defeated you can't beat it join it (What?) Death comes in the worst way through satanic wordplay Here's a knife in your spine, Happy Birthday (Bitch) Bile, lubrication, crack vile rejuvenation Subdue my patient, pursue cremation Insert a lance, in your back through the circumstance You're dead, over your corpse I do a murder dance I'm on some stab you with a shank shit My language is filled with frankness and anguish you're anxious Greetings, to all cretins, to those bleeding from repeated beatings I'm like the snake in Eden (Ssss) Get down with Necro? Be loyal Or get strangled with a scarf 'till you barf what goes around recoils My conversation disects you like Operation My obligation is to kill Nazis with concentration (Kill 'Em) Romance, ain't a slow dance It's a slut with no pants sucking, holding my dick with both hands Put a gun to your pockets My steez would blind the eye piece of a high priest like the sun to his sockets Violins of violence will thrive on destruction It's Necro abduction with Hyde corruption You flirt with escape of death????? in the clip 'Cause happy endings are not in the script-x2 (Necro) I drop english vocab distastefully, gracefully With a machete strapped at my hip I'm in the place to be Reppin' brutality faithfully, my religion's sin bash a pigeon in, I'm belligerent Praise to all midgets in America with short ligaments Do your thing, size don't mean shit, any nigga could win (True) Talking out your ass is great You'll get drastic hate Force you to masticate A fuckin plastic plate (Bitch) I got your brain through acquisition Now you're on the streets smokin' crack on a mission lookin' like an apparition (Uncle Howie) Your death is like angelic The splattering of your guts makes a beautiful pattern, it's psychadelic Kiss your last hundred dollars bye Your wallets mine, scream, holler-cry, you've been disqualified My demented thoughts need to be vented And sacramented, your tendons blended a splendid (chorus)-x2