Gimme Dat Blood

Oooh what I wouldn't do to taste your blood
Your blood
Oooh what I wouldn't do to taste your blood
Your blood
Oooh what I wouldn't do to taste your blood
Straight for the jugular, raw dog suckular, blood killer
I'm the creep in the hearst with a thirst for the worst
Type of shit you ain't heard
Psychopathic, anarchistic
Masochistic, fuck religion
A vampire settin' churches on fire
Bringin' down the evil muthafuckin' empire (Yes!)
Cut a throat to the bone, to the beat of my song
Cut yourself medically pulsate
My heartbeat bumping like a 808
A shadow caster, fantasma
And I wanna take a drink of your plasma
I'm hanging upside down in an all black room
Stickin' myself, drinkin' 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
Oooh what I wouldn't do to taste your blood
Gimme that blood! Gimme that blood!
Oooh what I wouldn't do to taste your blood
Gimme that blood! Gimme that blood!
Now blood might drip, blood might clot
Blood might flow, but fuck all that
Sit down and listen close to your uncle Shaggs
I'll take blood in any form, even scabs
Tainted needles filled with junky blood
Just let me find this vein
I hang at the emergency ward and lick wounds
Gimme that blood for the ritual of the loons
I need blood like a mosquito
I'll suck the blood out of a 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'll slit my wrist and neck and do the windmill
And be a blood fountain for real
I'll swim underwater sniffin' for blood like a shark
But I ain't a shark I'm a blood suckin' retard, retard uhh
Oooh what I wouldn't do to taste your blood
Gimme that blood! Gimme that blood!
Oooh what I wouldn't do to taste your blood
Gimme that blood! Gimme that blood!
I've been known for blood sippin'
Pull the trigger everybody trippin'
All on the carpet, splattered on the wall
Shotgun blast, couple people fall
I even took a slug, I'm already dead
Cocked 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
Blood, the sight of it excites me
I'm such a mess, slippery excuse me
I spent all day writing die on the wall
And my hands are all bloody, and my fingertips raw to the bone
Now I'm all alone, and Malaki speakin'
Hear me talkin' on the crow
Mix with the blood on the third night
Will allow the dead to walk again in the sunlight
Oooh what I wouldn't do to taste your blood
Gimme that blood! Gimme that blood!
Oooh what I wouldn't do to taste your blood
Gimme that blood! Gimme that blood!
Oooh what I wouldn't do to taste your blood
Gimme that blood! Gimme that blood!
Oooh what I wouldn't do to taste your blood
Gimme that blood! Gimme that blood!
Gimme that
Gimme that blood, gimme that blood
Gimme that blood, gimme that blood