Blood Spray

I make fucking blood spray everywhere I make fucking blood spray everywhere I make fucking blood spray everywhere I make fucking blood spray everywhere I be making blood spray everywhere I be making blood spray everywhere All up on the walls and the window panes I be doing my thing when they scream in pain I be making blood spray everywhere I'll make all your blood spray everywhere All up on the walls and the window panes I be doing my thing when they scream in pain I'm the Son of Sam, Charles Manson I don't give a damn Cutting you up like a ham, shoving you into a can like Spam Then tossing you into the pan and serving you up to my guests Dispose of the evidence growing in relevance Whole other levels with this shit I'm gonna level with you bitch A monster compared to the Blair Witch Your friends are dead, I'm fucked in the head My urges just need a be feed I be making blood spray everywhere I be making blood spray everywhere All up on the walls and the window panes I be doing my thing when they scream in pain I be making blood spray everywhere I'll make all your blood spray everywhere All up on the walls and the window panes I be doing my thing when they scream in pain (Imma tell you how I'll do it) Imma beat you with a sledge hammer, while I sing along to some ABBA Cut your head off with a chef's knife and mail it off to your grandma She was crying, "Life it ain't fair!" well not anymore cause you're dead And that is all that she said, I'm telling you that I'm fucked in the head I be making blood spray everywhere I be making blood spray everywhere All up on the walls and the window panes I be doing my thing when they scream in pain