Oh what I wouldn't do to taste your blood    HHAHAHAHA    Your blood    HHAHAH    Things that I wouldn't do to taste you blood    Your blood    HHAHAH    Things that I wouldn't to taste       [Anybody Killa:]   I love Blood    The color redmakes me excited    Up to three pints a day and I just can't fight it    Searching for a victim with an open wound    Hang around a hospital for blood to consume    Can't stop and if I could I dont think I would    Warm blood on my tounge just tastes too good    More blood that I drink the more I feel alive    Lotus keeps me clear through the juggalo eyes       [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    And get 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)    Tenden 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    It'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]      [Blaze Ya Dead Homie:]   I been known for blood sipping    Pull the trigga    Everybody tripping    All on the carpet    Splattered on the wall    Shotgun blasts    A 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    Only on the third night    Will allow the dead    To walk again in the sunlight       [Chorus x4]      Gimme that    Gimme that blood    Gimme that blood    Gimme that blood