GrewSum - There Will Be Blood lyrics

Swingin' baseball bats with blades attached
I fade to black as my eyes roll back
And I wrap sharpened devices
Are strapped to ya face and your back
When they snap
Your body gonna lay out in scraps
I'm a jigsaw killa, yelling won't help
By the time that I'm finished
You gonna wanna kill yourself
But it's not that simple
Vice grips will make your brain
Squirt outta your skull
Like I popped a pimple
Motherfucker I can see you scared
And when you gone we can see who cares
Holes in your chest so when I
Look in I see through there
Blood and guts mixed with piss
Slowly drip down the chair
That I tied you to, I confide in you
I know your family is out there
And I find them too
By the time I'm through ain't
Tell what would cover it
I love how you're gurgling
In plasma you're covered in

There will be blood there will be death
And there will be guts
They will be stretched
I'mma kill these punks
They're will be dead by the time I’m done
Homicide Live 1

It ain't about what you
Got it's not burglary
It's about seein' that blood red burgundy
It's about seein' that
Blood squirt vertically
It's about turnin' your home
To a murder scene
I'm a fiend for the blood and the guts
I'm obscene when I'm cuttin' you up
Like a scene outta movie on
The screen when you scream
It’ll truly seem evil after couple of cuts
I'm a sick muthafucka make you wish
You never had a spine
3-D murder spree, my bloody valentine
My bloody valentine
I don't really know the reason
But you have to die
I'm not a killer that'll answer
When you ask him why
I'm out my mind I don't
Really know what happened
It's like all of the sudden
I just love stabbin' love slashin'
Love the sound of blood splashin'
Love gashin'
People till they're just fragments

There will be blood there will be death
And there will be guts
They will be stretched
I'mma kill these punks
They're will be dead by the time I’m done
Homicide Live 1

Yo, I'm psychotic
Half crazy and full skitzo
My dogs, they want beef but no pitbull
I'm that nigga in church
In all black and a six robe
Wearin' a trench coat
Layin' the white in me out tenfold
Somebody stop me
My rage amassed in my dark place
I’m slow but I bet I can make your heart race
Hold up, now who the fuck wanna throw fists?
I fold niggas
So you can suck on your own dick
I won't hit em
When I'm holdin' a chrome grip
And it won’t slip when I crack
Your skull to the bone ribs
There will be blood, niggas
That I've assaulted, faulted
I'mma pops, I roll with prone click
But I'm so sick, quickly devour
Give me the power and I won't miss
Choke as you swallow my whole fist
I'm a known risk, society's black plague
Could they cut me down?
Shaving my face with a cracked blade

There will be blood there will be death
And there will be guts
They will be stretched
I'mma kill these punks
They're will be dead by the time I’m done
Homicide Live 1