Yo! Swing the sword for the classic year,
Bring the noise with your hands up, slash and tear,
Who can, fathom asthma, dash for air,
Spittin' on the baby bib in the plastic chair,
What's up stupid? (Shoot this),
One-five-one in the shot glass (Hot flash),
Bangin' on the drum, (uh!)
We cause havoc down in Las Vegas,
Paper trails racing Pelican briefcases,
We outrageous, name the streets gave us,
Yeah, we got fame, but now we heat blazers,
I let 'em all fly, ten in the clip, one in the chamber,
Thumbs up! Another banger,
Untuck the flamer, dumbfuck,
It's like gettin' hit with a dumptruck,
Brains and guts,
Maim, cut, aim, duck, same stuff,
Get you cracked up like cocaine, heat 'em up,
Ok, I'll let the suckas fly once,
Face down, found him in his Captain Crunch,
Uh, malpractice, a bang-all jam,
I joust rappers and track in the radar scans,
Flip beats for the crew like fleets and platoons,
Reach for the moon like Reese Witherspoon (uh!),
Don't stop the sure-shot, the rooftop anthem,
Blast the gold box, cock back the cannon,
What's up partna', I got ya (what, what),
Hope that (*pop, pop*) crack the pinata,
Slap, box, mouth of backwash,
Teeth mashed up on the asphalt, ya dig?
Set the pace like a mustang mashin',
Up the stakes, who wanna cut the cake, I take cash,
Dropped on a blood-stained mattress,
Stop! You ain't got access...watch,
I'ma change my accent, Ryu and Tak,
You little cunts in the game, you can suck my cock,
And lay flat on the ground, don't make a peep,
If you want the stains out now, get the bleach!

Guess who got the rubber gloves and the bleach?
Guess who rockin every club, that's me!
Get so hot, you feel the buzz in the street,
Keeping it knockin', drop drop that beat!

Guess who got the group name on top?
S.O.B. got the rap thang locked!
Who, what, what, when, why or what not?
You got messed up Ryu and Tak!

Yeah here it comes, all you hear is the click,
Blow your brains on a sandwhich like Miracle Whip,
While the blood keeps gushin',
Relish and pink mustard,
Huh! I'ma slam till I tear it to bits,
Till the bell for the recess rang,
On the defense game,
You feeling grilled like P.F. Changs,
Hopscotch on the corpse, till I drop the torch,
And burn crews for their views that I rock with force..

Don't stop the sure-shot, the rooftop anthem,
Blast the gold box, cock back the cannon,
What's up y'all, we don't stall,
Come one, come all till we drop the ball like,

Get the bleach!

Lyrics submitted by BradMoreno

Bleach (Jimi Remix) song meanings
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