Lyrics On the Prowl - Mr. Hyde
[Mr.
Hyde]
I'm
dressed
to
kill
with
the
glock
and
38
on
my
waist
line
And
merkin
you
to
me
will
translate
to
a
great
time
The
guns
that
I
hold
oh
man
the
money
I
mold
If
I
don't
get
it
then
you
better
bet
the
gun'll
explode
The
gun
is
aimin
it
your
face
you
beater
tear
that
shit
up
Forget
blastin
your
gut
make
sure
your
casket
is
shut
The
black
sheep
of
the
bunch
turning
the
weak
into
lunch
Yo
I'm
hungry
for
your
flesh
like
I
ain't
eaten
in
months
Out
to
get
with
my
axe
and
let
it
drag
on
your
tan
line
Put
hands
in
the
box
and
stab
the
handle
with
cat
signs
I'll
be
in
disguise
ready
to
stick
you
with
knives
And
leave
your
arms
gross
like
Forrest
Whitekers
eyes
Are
you
ready
to
die
by
this
machette
of
mine?
It
takes
just
one
strive
for
your
head
to
divide
Fuckin
bludgeoned
all
night
by
my
games
of
death
The
cops'll
struggle
to
find
where
your
remains
are
left
They're
underneath
the
weeds
rotting
in
a
gentle
breeze
Chillin
with
the
flies
beetles
and
the
centipedes
A
distant
memory
your
existence
is
gone
You're
on
your
way
to
the
gates
where
you'll
be
visiting
God
[Chorus]
I'm
on
the
prowl
huntin
for
your
head
or
your
chest
Leavin
you
dead
like
the
rest
I
got
a
fetish
for
death
I'm
on
the
prowl
son
so
you
can
run
and
evade
It's
all
the
same
in
the
end
you
got
a
date
with
my
blade(2x)
[Mr.
Hyde]
It
be
the
Children
of
Corn
style
the
killa
with
sword
I'll
Unleash
a
plague
of
bees
upon
a
billion
a
sworn
pile
Desolate
drug
supply
the
strength
of
my
hug
But
when
I
catch
you
you're
strung
up
by
the
flesh
of
their
tongues
Start
avengin
the
script
you'll
be
eventually
ripped
Tossed
in
pendulum
pits
until
you
stench
of
the
crip
You'll
be
hunted
for
days
by
thug
with
guns
and
grenades
Fuckin
punchin
your
face
until
you're
sunk
in
the
grave
Blades
are
stuck
in
your
brain
laced
and
stuck
in
the
lake
You
should've
ducked
when
I
sprayed
son
you're
a
fuckin
disgrace
Dirty
legions
on
your
grill
plus
excretions
will
be
spilled
Gory
missions
will
be
filled
must
relieve
before
you're
killed
My
sinister
inside
drugged
with
hundreds
of
pills
It's
a
minister
midnight
better
run
to
the
hills
I'm
leavin
you
diseased
burning
bullets
get
released
Earth
is
sure
to
hear
you
screech
like
guitars
of
Judas
Priest
Next
step
you're
check
mated
your
vest
is
invaded
The
hollow
tip
shells
your
chest
is
separated
Your
caught
up
in
a
mess
of
tortured
long
death
From
the
depth
more
or
less
a
corpse
with
torn
flesh
[Chorus]
1 Intro
2 On the Prowl
3 Say My Name
4 The Crazies
5 Barn of the Naked Dead
6 Spill Your Blood
7 Knife In Your Spine (Satanic Wordplay)
8 Malignant Messiah
9 Street Veteran (Part 2)
10 Weapons of Mass Destruction
11 Bums Intro (Kid Joe)
12 Bums
13 Death Sentence
14 Married to Pain
15 Beesh (Malaki Skit)
16 Buggin' Out
17 Them
18 Outro
19 The Crazies ('86 Metal Mix)
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