Spill Your Blood

Lyrics

[Intro 1: American Psycho sample] - It's not good any more, it's a cash bar, $25! - You're a fucking ugly bitch I want to stab you to death, then play around with your blood [Intro 2: Necro] Yo, word up, get the fucking mop! We about to leave all your FUCKING blood on the floor! Bitch, we will... [Hook: Necro] Spill your blood (bitch), on the concrete! Split your mug (what), and let you leak! Holding guns (gats), and rolling deep! Psycho thugs (you bitch), you don't want beef! [Verse 1: Mr. Hyde] When Mr. Hyde enters the room, you'll reside inside a tomb When I off you with the blade in a coffin's where you stay There ain't a fucker rough enough or tough enough to step it And God forbid you knuckle up, you'll probably get snuffed to death A hook up right in they left, my juks will spike in your flesh But you received it like a man and took it right in your chest Y'all are thinking that you're thugs, I'mma split open your jugs Rather spit at you with slugs than kick and get blood on my Lugs Never acted fucking nice, like to hack and cut, and slice So if you front it's logical that I attack you with a knife I stay strapped and shady 'cause I'm packing a 380 After life decision makers wanna banish me to Hades But I'm still gripping the heat spraying off a pound of shells Gonna need a thicker leash to restrain the hounds of Hell See my bloody fists'll drip then I'll add like 50 kicks To your cranium, I'm Damien with the biscuit itch My whole crew is sick known to start some stupid shit And if you disrespect you'll probably see a troop of kids They'll be marching to your door strapping hard to start a war They'll wait for my demand the command to spark the gore [Hook: Necro] Spill your blood, on the concrete! Split your mug (what you lookin' at, bitch?), and let you leak! Holding guns, and rolling deep! Psycho thugs (you don't want it), you don't want beef! [Verse 2: Mr. Hyde] My sick thoughts'll provoke a pitchfork in your throat You'll get tossed in a moat, your torn corpse didn't float There's too many holes in it, your flesh and your clothes are ripped From head to toes you're bit, food for the chosen fish Shut up and slice, it's time to cut up and dice I'll drink every last gulp, wasting blood isn't nice When I'm going through a shortage of gawking to the slaughters Just shed some fucking fluid and induce the Rigor Mortis Your pulse rate'll cease as I'm unloadin' my shotty Then wait for the police to come and catch a boneless body It's a bad afternoon when you're stabbed with the spoon Jab 'til ya wounds filter laughter, it's June I'm trudging through blood with guts stuck in my Timbs After my bludgeoning buzzsaws and cut off your limbs You can beg me but earnestly your life ain't concerning me The crimson and burgundy you drip for eternity [Hook: Necro] Spill your blood (Brooklyn!), on the concrete! Split your mug (Queens!), and let you leak! Holding guns (New York!), and rolling deep! Psycho thugs (Psycho+Logical-!), you don't want beef! [Outro: Mr. Hyde] Yeah, that's right you little fucking midgets! It's Mr. Hyde in your grill I'll spill your fucking blood! MCC, will spill your fucking blood! Psycho+Logical-, spills your fuckin' blood! Junkyard Dog, will spill your fucking blood! Fat motherfucking Pat, will spill your fucking blood! Stick a AIDS needle, in your arm fulla cat's blood! Motherfuckers is not playing, 2004!