You like blood? You ever think about what's in your blood? The things that people do for blood, The things that people put in their blood
My man stands in the rain sippin' on pain His brain's like a whip that's been stripped of its paint He used to spend change sniffin' 'caine and snort Now its a new sport, a whole different game Smokin' a Newport, shootin' dope in his veins Waitin' for the tired to come and sulk in his pain Wash it away, these assholes He nods off and his smoke burns and his ash grows His cash flow is zero He knows he's no hero He knows he roams the streets with weirdos Night time benches, junkies, bingers Doors close he's hearin' the hinges Right there in the trenches Sharin' syringes with them in the darkness He's almost thirty with dirty women for partners So these pass-needles take beads of blood as he bleeds through 'Til the needles he needs soon leave him diseased too Strange hatched with the rain leaves a crazy mixture He ain't got the same blood that's in his baby picture He shares blood with toothless bastards, crazy bitches A mumbo-jumbo hodge-podge of oddballs AIDS infected from a hot spoon they call God When God calls they ignite to rob yours Then head back to the drugs And inject the virus as they pass him the blood
This is a tale of a trail of blood on the knuckles On the boots and knife and on the stucco Smeared on the car door cut in your vein Red river runnin' out, blood in the drain This is a tale of a trail of blood on the knuckles On the boots and knife and on the stucco Smeared on the car door cut in your vein Red river runnin' out, blood in the drain Murder is ugly
In broad daylight, he roams through a home To catch your woman alone and put chromes through her dome Fill her with slugs, this is a killer's drug Watchin' pain drain from her mug with the spill of blood But first he fucks her And cuts her thigh open Her eyes wide open, she's gonna die hoping She died quicker, the sicker indivdual would never let it happen He's more than a criminal He's a killer He rapes your young, hates where you're from Cold-hearted taste on the tongue for a bit of the old ultra-violence (Shh!) Stay silent Its pre-meditated he slice her nipples with serrated Edges of his knife shes at the Edge of her life He's edgy and more higher than a navigator An aviator He cuffs her arm to the radiator, radiator He would gladly hate her and save her for later But he's madly in love and just can't wait to So he raises the gun, her face faces the sun No wait, pace this I told you that the taste is his fun No time to waste cause he's about to cum The woman starts to scream and POW shouts the gun The blood moves like this in a flood And the woman now lays lifeless on the rug
This is a tale of a trail of blood on the knuckles On the boots and knife and on the stucco Smeared on the car door cut in your vein Red river runnin' out, blood in the drain This is a tale of a trail of blood on the knuckles On the boots and knife and on the stucco Smeared on the car door cut in your vein Red river runnin' out, blood in the drain It's bloodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
