Bloodbath
[Verse 1]
I'm on smack, meth and other shit I can't pronounce
Performing surgeries before anaesthetic is handed out
And I ain't got any other shit to rap about
So, uh, slap a spouse, guns, violence and blacking out
I'm here to tell kids to try drugs
And if you don't like 'em you ain't tried the right ones
I'm sick enough to hack at your neck 'til it shatters the blade
Snap your head off and stitch it back in its place
Come back a week later to re-enact it again
And still make you come on stage to fucking battle that way
I still try stab people with guns
Plant bombs on school buses
Back seat to the front
Here to cause shit and then leave in a rush
And get high when I hammer acid sheets to my tongue
I can't see God ever letting me in
'coz chances are I'd even try and sell crack to him
(No hook nah don't mind that. Rewind that instrumental back)
[Verse 2]
There's a subliminal message hidden
Within this rhyme which was written
Before lunch time
Quit bitchin & cryin'
No body want to hear you whining
Busy strivin for detention
Trynna get attention
But you forgot to mention
That you're just a Mr. GoodyTwoShoes
That doesn't drink booze or get high
Go ahead try win you're gunna lose
So choose a side in or out
With or against
Pride or glory
Free or bound
There's no sorry
Take a Crown
Make your choice
Don't think twice
Just roll the dice
And take control of Life
I'm on smack, meth and other shit I can't pronounce
Performing surgeries before anaesthetic is handed out
And I ain't got any other shit to rap about
So, uh, slap a spouse, guns, violence and blacking out
I'm here to tell kids to try drugs
And if you don't like 'em you ain't tried the right ones
I'm sick enough to hack at your neck 'til it shatters the blade
Snap your head off and stitch it back in its place
Come back a week later to re-enact it again
And still make you come on stage to fucking battle that way
I still try stab people with guns
Plant bombs on school buses
Back seat to the front
Here to cause shit and then leave in a rush
And get high when I hammer acid sheets to my tongue
I can't see God ever letting me in
'coz chances are I'd even try and sell crack to him
(No hook nah don't mind that. Rewind that instrumental back)
[Verse 2]
There's a subliminal message hidden
Within this rhyme which was written
Before lunch time
Quit bitchin & cryin'
No body want to hear you whining
Busy strivin for detention
Trynna get attention
But you forgot to mention
That you're just a Mr. GoodyTwoShoes
That doesn't drink booze or get high
Go ahead try win you're gunna lose
So choose a side in or out
With or against
Pride or glory
Free or bound
There's no sorry
Take a Crown
Make your choice
Don't think twice
Just roll the dice
And take control of Life