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Mr Hyde Barn Of The Naked Dead

"] The horses keep her up at night... she doesn't like it in the barn [Mr. Hyde] In my locker of torn flesh, got three on a meat hook Fuck a dead pussy

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

down it's quite a thrill In the tree Imagining what it is like to be dead She walks on the ledge Searching for the living end [Mr. Hyde] Mr. Hyde your

you can't beat it join it Death comes in the worst way through satanic wordsplay Here's a knife in your spine [Mr. Hyde] I got the mind of a pacher with

packin honkey drinkin no money BUM The bum from the dark get a job you punk Homeless people livin in the train stations Just lazy bums [Mr. Hyde] I'm

wife? (I Do) And are you willing to accept this piece of a shit as your lawfully wedded victim? (I Do!!!) I know pronounce you married to pain! [Mr. Hyde] It's Mr. Hyde

dream About what sweety? It's Mr. Hyde, Mr. Hyde is coming [Little Britney] Hyde Hyde Mr. Hyde everybody in the room has died [x4] [Mr. Hyde] Walking