Aiyyo Reaper, those kids out there say you're mad thirsty
You got somethin for them to drink?
Yo we can wet up two cups of blood
Arm to the leg, leg, on to the head! Yo
Be the Ryzarector, resurrect the mental dead
G to the are to the why M Reaper
As I get deeper than a crypt, resurrect, kid!
Don't go against the grain, mad slang is my thang
I leave the hearty party with a bang buzza
Boom! Check my tune, it gotcha hyper
Don't give a fuck about a sucker see-cipher!
As you decipher the tricks of a viper
Swine is lethal! ... is evil!
I am original, we can build upon
The ill form, and keep all your braincells warm!
Hocus pocus, yo! What's the focus?
Weak techniques you speak, the shit is bogus
Even in a mortuary, slangin' some boom
As I seek the knowl' from the womb to the tomb
Deadly, deadly, HYAH! Get ready
Here come the styler, wilder than Freddy
Cause a Krueger, boom, I do ya
Just to let ya know Gravediggaz comin' through ya
Dead stinkin' rotten, your braincells forgotten
The past, you had your bumba raas pickin' cotton
Now ya hate ya knotty hairstyles
I guess you figure the texture is too wild
Two cups of blood, boy
Two cups of blood, girl
Aw, drink that shit up
Lyrics submitted by Cham Zord
"2 Cups of Blood" as written by Arnold E. Hamilton Anthony Ian Berkeley
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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