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lirik lagu gimme dat blood – dark lotus


oh what i wouldn’t do to taste your blood
your blood
things that i wouldn’t do to taste you blood
your blood
things that i wouldn’t to taste

straight for the juggula
raw dog suckula
blood killa
on the creep in the he-rs-
with a thirst for the worse
dropping sh-t you ain’t heard
and i kissed it
f-ck religion
a vampire
setting churches on fire
bringing down the evil m-th-f-cking empire
cut a throat
to the bone
to the beat
of my song
and i’m on

monoxide child:
cut yourself
let it bleed
my hear beat pumping like an 8-o-8
a shadow casta
and i wanna take a drink
and get plasma
i’m hanging upside down
in an all black room
sticking myself
drinking 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 x2:
things that i wouldn’t do to taste your blood
gimme that blood, gimme that blood

shaggy 2 dope:
now blood might drip
blood might clot
blood might flow
but f-ck all that
sit down and listen close to your uncle shaggz
i take blood in any form
even scabs (blech)
tenden needles filled with junkie blood
just let me find this vein (auauaugh)
i hang at the emergency ward
and lick wounds
gimme that blood for that ritual of the loons

violent j:
i need blood
like a mosquito
i’ll suck the blood out of heroin needle
i don’t care how i get it
just come with it
i’ll lick the blood off your lip if you bit it
i slit my wrists and neck
and do the windmill
it’ll be a blood fountain for real
i swim underwater sniffing for blood
like a shark
but i ain’t a shark
i’m a blood sucking r-t-rd (yea)

(chorus x2)

blaze ya dead homie:
i been known for blood sipping
pull the trigga
everybody tripping
all on the carpet
splattered on the wall
shotgun blasts
a couple people fall
i even took a slug
i’m already dead
c-ck 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

jamie madrox:
blood, blood
the sight of it excites me
i’m such a mess
excuse me
i spend all day writing die on the wall
and my hands all bl–dy
and my fingertips raw
to the bone bone
now i’m all alone
and malaki speaking
let me talking on the crow
mixed with the blood
only on the third night
will allow the dead
to walk again in the sunlight

(chorus x4)

gimme that
gimme that blood
gimme that blood
gimme that blood