ALL I SEE IS BLOOD
If you close your eyes
And count to ten
When you open them again
You'll see her
Lock - lock you in the fucking trunk
While I hit the fucking bump
Now - now I'm going crazy, man
All I see is blood
Lock - lock you in the fucking trunk
While I hit the fucking bump
Now - now I'm going crazy, man
All I see is blood
Lock - lock you in the fucking trunk
While I hit the fucking bump
Now - now I'm going crazy, man
All I see is blood
Lock - lock you in the fucking trunk
While I hit the fucking bump
Now - now I'm going crazy, man
All I see is blood
Walkin' through the path of flames
Yeah boy, here we go again
Bossin' with the devils blade
Paid a toll and burnt my grave
Feelin' kinda manic, pop some oxies just to get away
Feedin' me ya problems, I dissolve them, what the fuck you say
Tryna slip me up but we ain't playing any fuckin games
Heard em' say my name, and in a rage I let em' catch a bullet
Kinda crooked
Ain't in my control the devil made me do it
Evil doers, hidin' in the sewers, full of fuckin' lurers
Creatures screechin' out, bleedin' out their fuckin mouth
Climbin' up the ladder, sound of laughter getting louder
Ain't no fuckin trippin' up, for you the demons will come after
Ain't no ever-after, cause this shit will make you shatter
Better scatter, maybe run a lil faster
Creepin' like a cancer,
Oh what a ghastly disaster
I still got no fuckin' answer
Let's see which one of y'all are badder
Bouta mix them bodies like batter
When they come with the chitter chat
I simply blow it up like matter
Lock - Lock you in the fucking trunk
While I hit the fucking bump
Now - Now I'm going crazy, man
All I see is blood
Lock - Lock you in the fucking trunk
While I hit the fucking bump
Now - Now I'm going crazy, man
All I see is blood
I'm the boy from the southside
Make a fucker sleep
With no lullaby
Homicide
With no alibi
Poltergeist with the black eyes
All rise
All die
To a knife to the wind pipe
We not your kind
Now I'm stuck in a dark hole
Got a fuck boy charcoal
Body on the flagpole
Kill mode, then I ghost
Killing all my damn foes
Hands on your bitch's throat
Then I watch her choke
Don't fuck with you hoes
Bloody christ
Got my wrists sliced
Now I'm sacrificed
Cause I got my body vandalised
Hypnotised
By the end of the night
Baptised in the blood of the paralysed
Neutralised
Let me rot in paradise
Use your skull as an ash tray
Pass away
Validate
The demons I hallucinate
Populate
Isolate
As I get the blade and I penetrate
No hesitate
In my face
Dead prey I celebrate
Lock - lock you in the fucking trunk
While I hit the fucking bump
Now - now I'm going crazy, man
All I see is blood
Lock - lock you in the fucking trunk
While I hit the fucking bump
Now - now I'm going crazy, man
All I see is blood
Lock - lock you in the fucking trunk
While I hit the fucking bump
Now - now I'm going crazy, man
All I see is blood
Lock - lock you in the fucking trunk
While I hit the fucking bump
Now - now I'm going crazy, man
All I see is blood
And count to ten
When you open them again
You'll see her
Lock - lock you in the fucking trunk
While I hit the fucking bump
Now - now I'm going crazy, man
All I see is blood
Lock - lock you in the fucking trunk
While I hit the fucking bump
Now - now I'm going crazy, man
All I see is blood
Lock - lock you in the fucking trunk
While I hit the fucking bump
Now - now I'm going crazy, man
All I see is blood
Lock - lock you in the fucking trunk
While I hit the fucking bump
Now - now I'm going crazy, man
All I see is blood
Walkin' through the path of flames
Yeah boy, here we go again
Bossin' with the devils blade
Paid a toll and burnt my grave
Feelin' kinda manic, pop some oxies just to get away
Feedin' me ya problems, I dissolve them, what the fuck you say
Tryna slip me up but we ain't playing any fuckin games
Heard em' say my name, and in a rage I let em' catch a bullet
Kinda crooked
Ain't in my control the devil made me do it
Evil doers, hidin' in the sewers, full of fuckin' lurers
Creatures screechin' out, bleedin' out their fuckin mouth
Climbin' up the ladder, sound of laughter getting louder
Ain't no fuckin trippin' up, for you the demons will come after
Ain't no ever-after, cause this shit will make you shatter
Better scatter, maybe run a lil faster
Creepin' like a cancer,
Oh what a ghastly disaster
I still got no fuckin' answer
Let's see which one of y'all are badder
Bouta mix them bodies like batter
When they come with the chitter chat
I simply blow it up like matter
Lock - Lock you in the fucking trunk
While I hit the fucking bump
Now - Now I'm going crazy, man
All I see is blood
Lock - Lock you in the fucking trunk
While I hit the fucking bump
Now - Now I'm going crazy, man
All I see is blood
I'm the boy from the southside
Make a fucker sleep
With no lullaby
Homicide
With no alibi
Poltergeist with the black eyes
All rise
All die
To a knife to the wind pipe
We not your kind
Now I'm stuck in a dark hole
Got a fuck boy charcoal
Body on the flagpole
Kill mode, then I ghost
Killing all my damn foes
Hands on your bitch's throat
Then I watch her choke
Don't fuck with you hoes
Bloody christ
Got my wrists sliced
Now I'm sacrificed
Cause I got my body vandalised
Hypnotised
By the end of the night
Baptised in the blood of the paralysed
Neutralised
Let me rot in paradise
Use your skull as an ash tray
Pass away
Validate
The demons I hallucinate
Populate
Isolate
As I get the blade and I penetrate
No hesitate
In my face
Dead prey I celebrate
Lock - lock you in the fucking trunk
While I hit the fucking bump
Now - now I'm going crazy, man
All I see is blood
Lock - lock you in the fucking trunk
While I hit the fucking bump
Now - now I'm going crazy, man
All I see is blood
Lock - lock you in the fucking trunk
While I hit the fucking bump
Now - now I'm going crazy, man
All I see is blood
Lock - lock you in the fucking trunk
While I hit the fucking bump
Now - now I'm going crazy, man
All I see is blood
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Lewicki, Thomas Marr
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