(Chorus)
[Tony Sinister]
Blood spills from a wound at the drop of a dime
blood spills every time that ya hear in my rhymes
(I've come to spill your blood)
so when you see that puddle of blood then you know that it's time
aint no reason to my murder I'ma just a killa on the grind
[Tony Sinister]
just a killa on the grind, yeah I'll kill ya every time
aint no reason to my madness, I'm just gettin mine
& my slices I stab this knife that I jab
knives deep in your chest & you aint even fighting back
fuck a stack I'm out for plasma it's fresh when I cut
I taste it when I'm eating people & it digest in my gut
I'm in the cut with rusty hedge clippers to cut yo head quicker
& when you walking passed my sight I'm gon' leave you a dead figure
I've come for 1 purpose to get my fix of red
so why I kill a mothafucka while he's gettin head
come up behind him with my blades & put them things to his neck
exterminate him like raid & now his bitch is next
I grab the slut by her hair & bend her over the bed
fuck her with my hedge clippers til the sheets turn red
cut off her head real smooth & lick the next up clean
I don't know what to do, who's the next up for me?
[VECT]
I been alone in danger I'm prone to anger
a stone of hatred, no I did not create it
I can't take it no more I'm breaking down your door
showing you an unholy thirst to my lycan core
relentless, you're defensive, now you're laying down headless
I treat it like obsession so very demented
consuming your soul as I howl at the sky
she tried to scratch me & struggle as she looked in my eyes
that either scared her to death or the blood that she lost then
my stare was so could she coulda got frostbit
going crazy on your corpse when you're gone
cops roll up on me as I'm eating your neck on your front lawn
they whip out their guns fully loaded & drawn
my eyes emulate crimson red I said "That bitch is gone, god couldn't help her!" & I attacked them all [cop screams "OH MY GOD!"] I got shot up to death but it was worth my fall