Let the Blood Rain (feat. Stitchez)
I just wanna see your blood floodin' that is why I'm pourin' it
'Til it's like the Bahamas during Hurricane Dorian
I'm storming in the vicinity, enemies finna rest in peace
Their pieces I'm a dismember and send 'em like presents to their families
I never play, I learned it from the Snuff King to show no mercy
That's why I'm gruesome with the murders of these foes who irk me
The threat of apprehension from officers, it don't deter me
I can't explain it, I'm in love with seeing people hurting
It feels so good just like a heroin high
To take a human life, I'm so happy I'm there when they die
I take my time and watch their lifeless eyes stare at the sky
I be killing for my cause, I got a terrorist mind
One thing I got in common with these rappers is that I be making it rain
But if you see red drizzle from the sky, just know that I never use paint
And if you're my victim I'll treat you like Jigsaw, the way I'm playing a game
You'll wake up in pain, the TV gon' turn on and this about all I'm a say... hey
This is murder, this is torture
When we come in, we have intent to hurt ya
We slice your necks, with wounds that can't be healed
Let the blood rain, let the motherfucking guts spill
This is murder, this is torture
When we come in, we have intent to hurt ya
We slice your necks, with wounds that can't be healed
Let the blood rain, let the motherfucking guts spill
Watch my victim bleed out on the floor, real horrorcore
Born Sick tatted on my knucklez, so I make that blood pour
I idolize horror movie villainz, I wanna be just like 'em
Mark up my flesh with their facez, so maybe I'll be a part of 'em
It's Stichez the sickest you bitchez, ain't gettin'
Away from me cause when it comes to rape, I ain't bullshittin'
The Murder Mittenz where I'm from 734 to the 313
I love my state, so I mutilate people in the D
Setting 'em free, send 'em to their lord above
Fuck kissin' and hugz, I'd rather get fucked up on drugz
And treat bitchez like shit, degrade them in every way
I'm the King of fucking Snuff, what more can I say?
Master of my trait, with this blade I paint a picture like Picasso
Leave your face badly disfigured, I'm a fucking psycho
So cold, I'm here to mold your children in my image
I corrupt and fuck 'em up, I hate the motherfucking living
This is murder, this is torture
When we come in, we have intent to hurt ya
We slice your necks, with wounds that can't be healed
Let the blood rain, let the motherfucking guts spill
This is murder, this is torture
When we come in, we have intent to hurt ya
We slice your necks, with wounds that can't be healed
Let the blood rain, let the motherfucking guts spill
'Til it's like the Bahamas during Hurricane Dorian
I'm storming in the vicinity, enemies finna rest in peace
Their pieces I'm a dismember and send 'em like presents to their families
I never play, I learned it from the Snuff King to show no mercy
That's why I'm gruesome with the murders of these foes who irk me
The threat of apprehension from officers, it don't deter me
I can't explain it, I'm in love with seeing people hurting
It feels so good just like a heroin high
To take a human life, I'm so happy I'm there when they die
I take my time and watch their lifeless eyes stare at the sky
I be killing for my cause, I got a terrorist mind
One thing I got in common with these rappers is that I be making it rain
But if you see red drizzle from the sky, just know that I never use paint
And if you're my victim I'll treat you like Jigsaw, the way I'm playing a game
You'll wake up in pain, the TV gon' turn on and this about all I'm a say... hey
This is murder, this is torture
When we come in, we have intent to hurt ya
We slice your necks, with wounds that can't be healed
Let the blood rain, let the motherfucking guts spill
This is murder, this is torture
When we come in, we have intent to hurt ya
We slice your necks, with wounds that can't be healed
Let the blood rain, let the motherfucking guts spill
Watch my victim bleed out on the floor, real horrorcore
Born Sick tatted on my knucklez, so I make that blood pour
I idolize horror movie villainz, I wanna be just like 'em
Mark up my flesh with their facez, so maybe I'll be a part of 'em
It's Stichez the sickest you bitchez, ain't gettin'
Away from me cause when it comes to rape, I ain't bullshittin'
The Murder Mittenz where I'm from 734 to the 313
I love my state, so I mutilate people in the D
Setting 'em free, send 'em to their lord above
Fuck kissin' and hugz, I'd rather get fucked up on drugz
And treat bitchez like shit, degrade them in every way
I'm the King of fucking Snuff, what more can I say?
Master of my trait, with this blade I paint a picture like Picasso
Leave your face badly disfigured, I'm a fucking psycho
So cold, I'm here to mold your children in my image
I corrupt and fuck 'em up, I hate the motherfucking living
This is murder, this is torture
When we come in, we have intent to hurt ya
We slice your necks, with wounds that can't be healed
Let the blood rain, let the motherfucking guts spill
This is murder, this is torture
When we come in, we have intent to hurt ya
We slice your necks, with wounds that can't be healed
Let the blood rain, let the motherfucking guts spill
Credits
Writer(s): Alec Thompson
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