Oh what I wouldn't do to taste your blood   HHAHAHAHA   Your blood   HAHAHAH   Things that I wouldn't do to taste you blood   Your blood   HHAHAH   Things that I wouldn't to taste      (Marz)    Straight for the juggula    Raw dog suckula    Blood killa    On the creep in the hearse    With a thirst for the worse    Dropping shit you ain't heard    Psychopathic    And I kissed it    Maschositic   Fuck religion    A vampire    Setting churches on fire    Bringing down the evil muthafucking empire    Cut a throat    To the bone    To the beat    of my song    And I'm on      (Monoxide Child)   Cut yourself   Let it bleed   Pulsate   My hear beat pumping like an 8-o-8   A shadow casta   Phantasma   And I wanna take a drink   of ya plasma   I'm hanging upside down   In an all black room   Sticking myself   Drinking 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      (Chorus x2)   Things that I wouldn't do to taste your blood   HAHAHAHAHA   Gimme that blood, gimme that blood      (Shaggy 2 Dope)   Now blood might drip   Blood might clot   Blood might flow   But fuck all that   Sit down and listen close to your Uncle Shaggs   I take blood in any form   Even scabs (BLECH)   Tainted needles filled with junkie blood   Just let me find this vein (auauaugh)   I hang at the emergency ward   And lick wounds   Gimme that blood for that ritual of the loons      (Violent J)   I need blood   Like a mosquito   I'll suck the blood out of 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 slit my wrists and neck   And do the windmill   I'll be a blood fountain for real   I swim underwater sniffing for blood   Like a shark   But I ain't a shark   I'm a blood sucking retard (yea)   Retard      (Chorus x2)   Things that I wouldn't do to taste your blood   HAHAHAHAHA   Gimme that blood, gimme that blood      (Blaze)   I been known for blood sipping   Pull the trigga   Everybody tripping   All on the carpet   Splattered on the wall   Shotgun blasts   Couple people fall   I even took a slug   I'm already dead   Cock 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      (Jamie Madrox)   Blood, blood   The sight of it excites me   I'm such a mess   Slippery   Excuse me   I spend all day writing die on the wall   And my hands all bloody   And my fingertips raw   To the bone bone   Now I'm all alone   And Malaki speaking   Let me talking on the crow   Mixed with the blood   On the third night   Will allow the dead   To walk again in the sunlight      (Chorus x4)   Things that I wouldn't do to taste your blood   HAHAHAHAHA   Gimme that blood, gimme that blood      Gimme that   Gimme that blood   Gimme that blood   Gimme that blood