[Intro:]
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Blood all over me [x9]
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Grrrrrr, grr
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Blood all over me
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Grrr, grrrr
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[Hook:]
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I was walking down the street with, blood all over me
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Saw her in the park, cut her up, split ovaries
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Crept up in the dark from the roof right over these
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Last three minutes I, learned how to murder
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Jumped up in the shower with, blood all over me
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Took it in the dark I was fuckin' up, its close to three
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Right up in the heart with a knife I tote a 3
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57 please don't make me, burn this body, ya
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[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
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You can picture it like a picture on Instagram
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I got cooking utensils, I can make you instant ham
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Now I'm runnin' around with, blood all over me
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Shit I'm with Strange, I got bloods that roll with me
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Grrrr, we got Tech N9ne, Kalikos
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You can get cut too, body left in Stevie Stone
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Yellin' out, "Mayday", lookin' for some cess
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Since 1983 your nigga been lookin' for success
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Shit, shit it didn't happen now there's, blood all over me
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Runnin' down the street with, blood all over me
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Had to let the heat spit, now its all over the streets
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I spit nasty, throwin' up all over the beat
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Nobody catch me, baby girl know the police, ha ha
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I'll be out the same night looking for the meat
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Try it! Taking a bath in some blood
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With some wine glasses and candles that's why they call me Mannibal
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung]
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Next day I'm in the car with, blood all over me
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Nu, nu, now I'm feeling funny cause the, blood all over me
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My little brothers bangin' nigga, blood all over me
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The, the, the younger me roll way different then the older me
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Back then, it was real easy to get a hold of me
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Right now niggas better really get a load of me, grrr
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I got a huntin' knife it came with a shoulder piece
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You pointin' the finger but no (No) I didn't kill your niece
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I gotta run it right, wash off when I'm done at night
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I'm way opposite like, having a sun at night
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I cut the body in half, wrap it up in a bag
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Yeah I done it right, learned from the right
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I drink Bud Wiser and cut eye lids up
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You should try this stuff, I'mma fry ribs up, grrr
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And I mean what I say, finger paintin' blood in your hallway, hallway
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[Hook]
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Blood All Over Me
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| Brotha Lynch Hung |
