BLOOD ON MY...

I'm driving along, we go to a vulnerable place There aren't people watching, where I could act out, and I say no I can't, and then a gun is in the car, hidden And this, craving, this awful raging eating, feeling inside I can feel it consuming There's blood on my hands, there's blood on my sheets Scrapped up his face, it was at the bottom of my cleats Butchered that family, who made that mess, oh me So much blood, had to shut down the streets Like Jack the Ripper Come and try to catch me Better hurry up, a niggas is on a spree Bloodbath, bloodbath Black and thick I murder to dismember Leave you rotting in the gutter There's blood on my hands, there's blood on my sheets Scrapped up his face, it was at the bottom of my cleats Butchered that family, who made that mess, oh me So much blood, had to shut down the streets Like Jack the Ripper Come and try to catch me Better hurry up, a niggas is on a spree Bloodbath, bloodbath Black and thick I murder to dismember Leave you rotting in the gutter Blood on my, blood on my Blood Blood on my, blood on my Blood on my Blood on my, blood on my Blood Blood on my, blood on my Blood on my Blood on my, blood on my Blood Blood on my, blood on my Blood on my Blood on my, blood on my Blood Blood on my, blood on my Blood on my There's blood on my hands, there's blood on my sheets Scrapped up his face, it was at the bottom of my cleats Butchered that family, who made that mess, oh me So much blood, had to shut down the streets Like Jack the Ripper Come and try to catch me Better hurry up, a niggas is on a spree Bloodbath, bloodbath Black and thick I murder to dismember Leave you rotting in the gutter They're, they're Everyone of 'em are dead And you said your name is Don Spirit? Yep Alright Don, what kind of gun do you have It doesn't matter what kind of gun I got They're all dead, and When you get here, I'll shoot myself And then you figure out what kind of gun it is There's blood in my mouth In my eyes, and feet I feel nothing, just look at me All I want to do is hear them scream Why do I kill, why do I kill Holocaust house, see my chimney of steam What doesn't go up, comes down wit' me The reason, the nightmare, for your dreams I am the reason, the nightmare, for your dreams Holocaust house, see my chimney of steam What doesn't go up, comes down wit' me The reason, the nightmare, for your dreams I am the reason, the nightmare, for your dreams Holocaust house, see my chimney of steam What doesn't go up, comes down wit' me The reason, the nightmare, for your dreams I am the reason, the nightmare, for your dreams Blood on my, blood on my Blood Blood on my, blood on my Blood on my Blood on my, blood on my Blood Blood on my, blood on my Blood on my Blood on my, blood on my Blood Blood on my, blood on my Blood on my Blood on my, blood on my Blood Blood on my, blood on my Blood on my There's blood on my hands, there's blood on my sheets Scrapped up his face, it was at the bottom of my cleats Butchered that family, who made that mess, oh me So much blood, had to shut down the streets Like Jack the Ripper Come and try to catch me Better hurry up, a niggas is on a spree Bloodbath, bloodbath Black and thick I murder to dismember Leave you rotting in the gutter