Everybody.
Blood on everybody
Ya
Blood on everybody
Yo
Death before dishonor
Your honor
I plead the fifth
I'ma do this
No more Judas
A devil within my mitts
Blood on everybody
I don't know what you infer
But my hands were never clean
But upon this wheel it gon' turn
Blood on everybody
Ya
You bout ta learn
Grab the lighter fluid
Soot on your hands
From bridges you burn
Blood on everybody
Blood on everybody
Ya
Blood up on the mattress
And blood on the walls
Blood on your favorite tee
You got in college
Quick to the wash
But it still there
But it still there
Under your finger nails
Like this life just aint fair
Blood on everybody
Blood on everybody
Blood on everybody
Like a faucet runnin your nose
When it dry as fuck in your septum
When the weather be cold
When you fallin' out
Your baby moms
Wonder what she be owed
She want the kids
You aint got no place to live
So diggin' a hole
Blood on everybody
Blood on everybody
Blood on everybody
Blood on everybody
Ya
357 bought for 75
Looking for reasons to live
But got none
So she bout to cry
Sorry but not really
My blood just too damn chilly
I'ma kill myself
Or you could help me out and fuckin' kill me
Get blood on everybody
Get blood on everybody
Ya
Get blood on everybody
Get blood on everybody
Ya
Blood on everybody
Yo
Death before dishonor
Your honor
I plead the fifth
I'ma do this
No more Judas
A devil within my mitts
Blood on everybody
I don't know what you infer
But my hands were never clean
But upon this wheel it gon' turn
Blood on everybody
Ya
You bout ta learn
Grab the lighter fluid
Soot on your hands
From bridges you burn
Blood on everybody
Blood on everybody
Ya
Blood up on the mattress
And blood on the walls
Blood on your favorite tee
You got in college
Quick to the wash
But it still there
But it still there
Under your finger nails
Like this life just aint fair
Blood on everybody
Blood on everybody
Blood on everybody
Like a faucet runnin your nose
When it dry as fuck in your septum
When the weather be cold
When you fallin' out
Your baby moms
Wonder what she be owed
She want the kids
You aint got no place to live
So diggin' a hole
Blood on everybody
Blood on everybody
Blood on everybody
Blood on everybody
Ya
357 bought for 75
Looking for reasons to live
But got none
So she bout to cry
Sorry but not really
My blood just too damn chilly
I'ma kill myself
Or you could help me out and fuckin' kill me
Get blood on everybody
Get blood on everybody
Ya
Get blood on everybody
Get blood on everybody
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Writer(s): Kyle Slater
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