Violins of Violence lyrics

(Intro):
Go home
Go now, in peace
If you do not go now, you will be buried in this field
I've seen enough.. blood
But if you want more, I can't stop you
I can only warn you, that it will be your blood, not ours

(Necro):
Evil is anointed, get disappointed
Guillotine to your spleen
You'll get defeated, you can't beat it, join it - what
Death comes in the worst way, through satanic wordplay
Here's a knife in your spine, happy birthday - b*tch
Bile Lubrication, crack vial rejuvenation
Subdue my patient, persue cremation - ahhhhhh
Insert a lance in your back through the circ*mstance
You're dead, over your corpse I do a murder dance - hahahaha
I'm on some stab you with a shank sh*t
My language is filled with frankness, and anguish, youre anxious
Greetings to all cretins, to those bleeding from repeated beatings
I'm like a snake in Eden - ssssssssssssssssssssssssss
You're down with Necro, be loyal
Or get strangled with a scarf til you barf
What goes around recoils
My conversation disects you like operation
My obligation is to kill Nazis with concentration - kill 'em!
Romance, ain't a slow dance
It's a sl*t with no pants, suckin and holdin my di*k with both hands - sl*t
Put a gun to your pockets
My steez would blind the eyepiece of a high priest like the sun to his sockets
(Mr Hyde): x2
Violins of violence will thrive off destruction
It's Necro abduction with Hyde corruption
You flirt with escape but that scene's been clipped
'Cause happy endings are not in the script

(Necro):
I drop english vocab distastefully, gracefully
With a machete strapped on my hip, I'm in the place to be
Reppin' brutality faithfully
My religion's sin
Bash a pigeon in, I'm belligerant
Peace to all midgets in America
With short ligaments, do your thing
Size don't mean sh*t, any n*gga could win
Talkin' out your ass is great
You'll get drastic hate
Force you to masticate, a f*ckin' plastic plate
I got your brain through acquisition
Now you're on the streets, smokin' crack on a mission
Lookin' like an apparition
Your death is like angelic
The splatterin' of your guts makes a beautiful pattern - It's psychedelic
Kiss your last hundred dollars bye - Your wallet's mine
Scream, holler, cry, you've been disqualified
My demented thoughts need to be vented and sacramented
Your tendons blended are splendid
(Mr Hyde): x2
Violins of violence will thrive off destruction
It's Necro abduction with Hyde corruption
You flirt with escape but that scene's been clipped
'Cause happy endings are not in the script