Married to Pain

Lyrics

[Sampling] 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!. [Intro: Necro] We are gathered here today to join these two in unholy matrimony Are you willing to accept Pain as your lawfully wedded wife? (I do) And are you willing to accept this piece of shit as your lawfully wedded victim? (I do!!!) I now pronounce you married to pain! [Mr. Hyde] It's Mr. Hyde, you fuckin' whore, best be locking 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 cutting 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 battling my zombies We bustin' bullet holes all up in your Abercrombie's Blood is gushing 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 leaving two ducks with scars Right through guts I carve, I'm cooped up and starved Nestled in my basement, my testament's enslavement If you speaking hostile, you be wrestling with crazed men Cavemen with appetites that all attack at nights Salt will make your wounds sting like a yellowjacket bite Don't believe I burst TEC's, you ain't seen the worst yet I'll kill your fucking seed before he takes his first steps [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 your 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 disparaging 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 Then I'm in the sorta mood to slaughter you with fortitude My hatchet presents a very violent offense Blood leaking out of your vest till your apparel is drenched You got beef, I'll let my ox slit your mug The concrete connects with triplets of blood Divide you in fourths just like you sign a divorce Then I'll drop you in a pot, sprinkle lime on your corpse The stench starts to fade but you are in trench in a grave If your flesh can't be saved, bugs 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 looking for an object to bludgeon your brains The intent to taint it when I commit a blatant sin Like stickin' razors in your flesh to irritate your skin I'm lettin' Satan in, he's taking over the wheel I get to break your limbs, he gets my soul in the deal [Chorus] [Mr. Hyde] Yeah, that's right, motherfuckers, it's Mr. Hyde up in here! Heavily hacking you up! Give a big motherfucking shout to Ming the Merciless, E-Riz Hustler, Scotty Wax, NGP, and all my fucked up flesh-eating zombies out there! Keep catching bodies!