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Hi It's Hyde I hear you cries from boiling you alive we about to eat your insides I garentee that you wont survive

Cause Now me and Hyde are one he's the bullet I'm the gun all you better run cause I'm coming at everyone

You drop you're diss and hide like a hit and run you scared from the lyrical rounds I spun cook you all with my drum

Wait not drum as in magazine dum as in the beat more hats on me then my bling back with this tape like the ring cut the kick so I can sing

You'll die in a week from this beat I'm bouta go vrm vrm and cut up everything chainsaw blades spin round and round and like the last thing you'll ever

See as the motor drowns out you're screams and as you choke and wheeze and fall at my feet