man made devil You've got blood on your hands You've got blood on your hands You've got blood on your hands You've got blood on your hands Behind a
, create a *fucking* blood bath. [Esoteric] I bring the gory oratory yes demorally derogatory Mad expository expedition in your auditory Categories don't apply Your
your head Keeps it going on, 'til the break of P.M. Dawn You're gonna crawl when I stroll, my name's on your wall in blood Bringing more 'Weird Science
wars [Solo] With hands full of blood He talks about peace With snake poisoning tongue He's praying El Salvador and Vietnam You soon fast forget But you satisfy on
the right With hands full of blood He talks about peace With snake poisoning tongue He's praying El Salvador and Vietnam You soon fast forget But you satisfy on
'ma heat your ass up, street sweep your ass up Shoulda learned your lesson, when that nigga beat your ass up I bet you I'ma handle mine, behind tint Gripping pine hand on
hunting for scrill On the corner posted up, boys gangbanging Got my block on lock, big chain hanging I get love from the hoes, much respect from the G's Killing
your hands on be crumblin And when everything you plan on come to an end Some light candles, wit Jesus picture on the glass Hangin crosses on they walls
mask on; ski money gets my blast on, in a major way So my paper stays stacked, way back behind some boxes In that (?) wait that nigga in Killa Cali stay
far as im concerned you hung you shadow on the wall And though your fingers never really pulled the trigger Your hands are just as guilty your the one who brought the blood
with your? on But pink panther snoopy's on I just put all my jewelry on My diamonds, my rubies on Shining off the light, it looks like a got a cuggi Roof on
your brain pull out my dick and piss on it Get out my way bitch let me finish up my fucking clips You should have watch your words Now I am dumping your
get my slip and slide on WOOP WOOP in the Coupe, down to get my glide on Ride on up this... um... biggety block I got my hand on my giggety Glock and
nice round of applause for ny nephew Li'l Hawk YG Bring your ass out here Blood Pull your pants up nigga [LI'L HAWK] Comin' right back at you, Blood
gang [Tone-Loc] Now as a youth I used to get my bang on And on the ave get my part-time slang on Upon a time for me was no joke though They knew I was
on Mr Toad's Wild Ride Get ingested without prejudice daddy's revenge on Oedipus Standing on a precipice holding hands with Gepetto the lecherous Manipulator of oak, the sick joke
roof in time to hang From the leg of this last chopper Son of an obese burner perturbed to grow in a row Of rotating blood colors on brick textures And
[Drag-On] Uh, come on Uh, uh, uh, come on Come on, come on When Drag finger foreman I don't ever wanna get off Skip three, count to ten Ref. Griffin