Oh what I wouldn't do to taste your blood

HHAHAHAHA

Your blood

HHAHAH

Things that I wouldn't do to taste you blood

Your blood

HHAHAH

Things that I wouldn't to taste



[Anybody Killa:]

I love Blood

The color redmakes me excited

Up to three pints a day and I just can't fight it

Searching for a victim with an open wound

Hang around a hospital for blood to consume

Can't stop and if I could I dont think I would

Warm blood on my tounge just tastes too good

More blood that I drink the more I feel alive

Lotus keeps me clear through the juggalo eyes



[Monoxide Child:]

Cut yourself

Let it bleed

Pulsate

My hear beat pumping like an 8-o-8

A shadow casta

Phantasma

And I wanna take a drink

And get plasma

I'm hanging upside down

In an all black room

Sticking myself

Drinking the blood from the wound

Gotta consume

Enough blood to keep me alive

Cause if I don't

I'm gonna wither and die

Bye bye



[Chorus x2:]

Things that I wouldn't do to taste your blood

HAHAHAHAHA

Gimme that blood, gimme that blood



[Shaggy 2 Dope:]

Now blood might drip

Blood might clot

Blood might flow

But fuck all that

Sit down and listen close to your Uncle Shaggs

I take blood in any form

Even scabs (BLECH)

Tenden needles filled with junkie blood

Just let me find this vein (auauaugh)

I hang at the emergency ward

And lick wounds

Gimme that blood for that ritual of the loons



[Violent J:]

I need blood

Like a mosquito

I'll suck the blood out of heroin needle

I don't care how I get it

Just come with it

I'll lick the blood off your lip if you bit it

I slit my wrists and neck

And do the windmill

It'll be a blood fountain for real

I swim underwater sniffing for blood

Like a shark

But I ain't a shark

I'm a blood sucking retard (yea)

Retard



[Chorus x2]



[Blaze Ya Dead Homie:]

I been known for blood sipping

Pull the trigga

Everybody tripping

All on the carpet

Splattered on the wall

Shotgun blasts

A couple people fall

I even took a slug

I'm already dead

Cock the gauge

And made a river of his forehead

Wiped his blood on the front of my shirt

Would you die for the Lotus?

I came from the dirt



[Jamie Madrox:]

Blood, blood

The sight of it excites me

I'm such a mess

Slippery

Excuse me

I spend all day writing die on the wall

And my hands all bloody

And my fingertips raw

To the bone bone

Now I'm all alone

And Malaki speaking

Let me talking on the crow

Mixed with the blood

Only on the third night

Will allow the dead

To walk again in the sunlight



[Chorus x4]



Gimme that

Gimme that blood

Gimme that blood

Gimme that blood