Mr Hyde - Corpse Trail Of The Beastman [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro:]
Yeah, Yeah, Mr. Hyde is back to butcher your fuckin skull
Short Strange on the beat (hahaha)

[Chorus]
I gotcha u, gotcha u, gotcha u, gotcha u
Gotcha u feeling this shit
Lyrical to this beat that's the code of the streets
I gotcha u, gotcha u, gotcha u, gotcha u
Gotcha u feeling this shit
Lyrical to this beat that's the code of the streets
I gotcha u, gotcha u, gotcha u, gotcha u
Gotcha u feeling this shit
Lyrical to this beat that's the code of the streets
I gotcha u, gotcha u, gotcha u, gotcha u
Gotcha u feeling this shit
If I have to set it off then I have to leave a corpse

[Verse 1: Mr. Hyde]
You punk bastards bleed
If you cross paths with me
I sure blast the heat
Leave thought rancid meat
Gang banging your set
My serpents strangle and infect
Insert my fangs into your neck
Your fucking strangled to death
By the poison
My loins are down your mother's throat
I smothered tell she shuttered
Chuck her off a fucking boat
I'm the grinder of meat
And I'm the mind of police
They think of Hyde
Every time they find a spine in the creek
Keep your ass in your seat
Before I cause a massively
Cracking of your hands and feet
Feed my pit the limbs are sweet
See my whistling shots
I got you pissing your boxers
Me and gore go together just like bitchs and gossip
Brutal battle axes hack
Disattach you from your legs
Now your feeble
Like a baby eagle hatching from a egg
Chop, Chop, chunks of these
Bloody spot on dungarees
Keep your ribs in my fridge later on I'll be Hungary

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Mr Hyde]
A yo god bless
Anyone who try to contests
Fuck a bomb threat
Shank you like a Bernard Getts
If you raise your fist at me
You'll witness the viciously
Cause Hyde is the epiney of every mystery
Fuck barking at you
I got a fucking arsenal
And when it's dark out
My crew whips out your heart to chew
Kid you stupid a lot
Then you'll get broken and rott
And even toted and blocked
Hit you with soap in your socks
Son I bring the pestilence
Penetrate your chest aments
With the plague, blade, sprayed
Witcha your own blood falay
I drain souls with satin
Your painless is waiting
To drain veins I'm making
The main frames and break em
You must of messed up
With the shell in your chest up
Casket breath took
From receiving my left hook
Fall back behind
An snort your last line
You're going be here awhile
Cause torture takes time

[Chorus]