[Intro]
Things that I wouldn't do to taste your blood (Ha ha ha ha ha!)
Your blood (Ha ha ha ha ha!) (Help me)
Things that I wouldn't do to taste your blood
Your blood (Ha ha ha ha ha!) (Help me)
Things that I wouldn't do to taste your blood

[Verse 1: Marz]
Straight for the jugular, raw dog suckula
Blood killa' (Killa'), I'm the creep in the hearse with a thirst
For the the worst type of shit you ain't heard
Psychopathic (Yup), anarchistic (What)
Masochistic (Right), fuck religion (What?)
A vampire, settin' churches on fire
Bringin' down the evil motherfuckin' empire (Yes)
Cut a throat, to the bone, to the beat, of my song, and I'm gone

[Verse 2: Monoxide Child]
Cut yourself, let it bleed, pulsate
My heartbeat bumpin' like an 808
A shadow casta', fantasma
And I wanna take a drink of your plasma
I'm hangin' upside down in an all black room
Stickin' myself, drinkin' the blood from the wound
Gotta consume enough blood to keep me alive
Cause if I don't I'm gonna wither and die (Bye, bye)
[Chorus]
Things that I wouldn't do to taste your blood (Ha ha ha ha ha!)
(Help me) Gimme that blood! (Help me) Gimme that blood!
Things that I wouldn't do to taste your blood (Ha ha ha ha ha!)
(Help me) Gimme that blood! (Help me) Gimme that blood!

[Verse 3: Shaggy 2 Dope]
Now blood might drip (Yes), blood might clot (What)
Blood might flow (Uh huh), but fuck all that
Sit down and listen close to your uncle Shaggs
I take blood in any form, even scabs
Tainted needles filled with junkie blood
Just let me find this vein (Oh)
I hang at the emergency ward and lick wounds
Gimme that blood for the ritual of the loons

[Verse 4: Violent J]
I need blood, like a mosquito
I'll suck the blood out a heroin needle
I don't care how I get it, just come wit' it
I'll lick the blood off your lip if you bit it (Ouch)
I'll slit my wrists and neck and do the windmill
An be a blood fountain for real
I'll swim under water sniffin' for blood like a shark
But I ain't a shark, I'm a blood suckin' retard! Yeah! Retard! Uh!
[Chorus]
Things that I wouldn't do to taste your blood (Ha ha ha ha ha!)
(Help me) Gimme that blood! (Help me) Gimme that blood!
Things that I wouldn't do to taste your blood (Ha ha ha ha ha!)
(Help me) Gimme that blood! (Help me) Gimme that blood!

[Verse 5: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
I been known for blood sippin'
Pull the trigga', everybody trippin'
All on the carpet, splattered on the wall
Shotgun blast, couple people fall
I even took a slug, I'm already dead
Cocked the gauge and made a river of his forehead
Wiped his blood on the front of my shirt
Would you die for the Lotus? I came from the dirt

[Verse 6: Jamie Madrox]
Blood (Blood) the sight of it excites me
I'm such a mess, slippery, excuse me (Oh, pardon me)
I spent all day writin' "DIE" on the wall
And my hands are all bloody and my fingertips raw (D-I-E)
To the bone, bone now I'm all alone
And Malachi speakin' to me, talkin' on the crow (You must understand what I [?])
Mixed with blood, on the third night
Will allow the dead to walk again in the sunlight
[Chorus]
Things that I wouldn't do to taste your blood (Ha ha ha ha ha!)
(Help me) Gimme that blood! (Help me) Gimme that blood!
Things that I wouldn't do to taste your blood (Ha ha ha ha ha!)
(Help me) Gimme that blood! (Help me) Gimme that blood!
Things that I wouldn't do to taste your blood (Ha ha ha ha ha!)
(Help me) Gimme that blood! (Help me) Gimme that blood!
Things that I wouldn't do to taste your blood (Ha ha ha ha ha!)
(Help me) Gimme that blood! (Help me) Gimme that blood!

[Outro: Violent J]
Gimme that
Gimme that blood, gimme that blood
Gimme that blood, gimme that blood