Dark Lotus - Taste Of Blood Lyrics
"Things that I wouldn't do to taste your blood""Your blood...Things that I wouldn't do to taste your blood" (2X)(Marz)Straight for the juggular, raw dog suckularBlood killa', I'm the creep in the hearse wit' a thirstFor the the worst type of shit you aint heardPsychopathic, and I kissed itMasochistic, ***** religionA vampire, setting churches on fireBringin' down the evil mother*****in' empireCut a throat, to the boneTo the beat, of my song(Monoxide Child)Contracept, let it bleed, pulsateMy heartbeat bumpin' like an 808A shadow casta', fantasmaAnd I wanna take a drink of your plasmaI'm hangin' upside down in an all black roomstickin' myself, drinkin' the blood from the woundGotta consume, enough blood to keep me alive'Cause if I don't I'm gonna wither & die (bye bye)[Chorus: repeat 2X]"Things that I wouldn't do to taste your blood"Gimme that blood!! Gimme that blood!!(Shaggy 2Dope)Now blood might drip, blood might clotBlood might flow, but ***** all thatSit down and listen close to your uncle ShaggzI take blood in any form, even scabsTiny needles filled with junky bloodJust let me find this vein (oohh)I hang at the murder some'ore to lick woundsGimme that blood for the ritual of the loons(Violent J)I need blood, like a misquitoI'll suck the blood outta heroine needleI don't care how I get it, just come wit' itI'll lick the blood off your lip if you bit itI'll slit my wrists and neck and do the windmillAn be a blood fountain for realI'll swim under water sniffin' for blood like a sharkBut I aint a shark, I'm a blood suckin' retard! (ahh)(retard)[Chorus](Blaze Ya Dead Homie)I been over blood sippin'Pull the trigga', everybody trippin'All on the carpet, splattered on the wallShotgun blast, couple people fallI even took a slug, I'm already dead***** the gauge and made a river of his foreheadWhy get blood on the front of my shirt?Would you die for the Lotus? I came from the dirt(Jamie Madrox)Blood (blood) the sight of it excites meI'm "suck"-such a mess, slippery, excuse meI spent all day writting "DIE" on the wallAnd my hands are all bloody and my fingertips rawTo the bone (bone) now I'm all alone& Malaconts speakin, hear me talkin' on the crowMixed with blood, on the 3rd nightWill allow the dead to walk again in the sunlight[Chorus] - 2X
