Artist: Mr. Hyde Album: Barn of the Naked Death Song: Married to Pain Typed by: hh4us@yahoo.co.uk *sample* Pain...how dare you use that word? What youth it shows to me. It's only a shadow Pain has a face. Allow me to show it to you. I am pain.. [Necro] We are gathered here today to join these two in holy matrimony Are you willing to accept pain as your lawfully wedded 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 you fuckin whore best be lockin up your door Contaminators filled with gore stitch you up to cut you more Blood is what you lost, you're a very lucky corpse Slicin you like Vietnam people cuttin puppy dogs You know my glock is live so be cautious not to die Fuck with Hyde and shots will fire cross the T's and dot the I's Crews are losin lots of lives if they battlin my zombies We bustin bullet holes all up in your Abercrombies Blood is gushin out when my knuckles touch your mouth Don't give a fuck about teeth in my fist I'll pluck 'em out Reachin for my shank leavin 2 ducks with scars Right through guts I carve I'm cooped up and starved Nestled in my basement my testament's enslavement If you speakin hostile you be wrestlin with crazed men Cave men with appetites that all attack at nights Salt will make your wounds sting like a yellow jacket bite Don't believe I burst techs you ain't seen the worst yet I'll kill your fuckin seed before he takes his first step [Chorus] Accept your vows you're married to pain Don't take it personal but kid you had to be slain I'll hack through your skull and spit on your corpse And if the pulse stops consider it a divorce Before I fill the torch up you best to sign the pre-nup Or you'll need surgery like a porno star with B cups Married to pain I be disparagin frames Fuck a scene I'll let my foes scars carry my name [Mr. Hyde] I'm different from normal dudes cause I got a shorter fuse And I'm in the sorta mood to slaughter you with fortitude My hatchet presents a very violent offense Blood leakin out of your vest til your apparel is drenched You got beef I'll let my ice slit your mug The concrete connects with triplets of blood Divide you in fourths just like you sign a divorce Then I'll drop in a plot sprinkle all on your corpse The stench starts to fade but you are trenched in a grave If your flesh can't be saved bums eventually rape They'll feast like the holidays at least til you rot away So much meat it's like they hit the lottery No seeds to debauchery it runs in my veins I'm always lookin for an object to bludgeon your brains The intent is tainted when I commit a blatant sin Like stickin razors in your flesh to irritate your skin I'm lettin satan in he's takin over the wheel I get to break your limbs he gets my soul in the deal [Chorus] [Mr. Hyde] Yeah that's right mother fuckers it's Mr. Hyde up in here. Heavily hackin you up Give a big mother fuckin shot to Ming the Merciless, Eriz Hustler, Scotty Wax, NGP and all my fucked up flesh eating zombies out there. Keep catchin bodies!