Lyrics Hunt for Blood - Nobe Inf Gang

The Reaper is here, y′all know wussup
Everyone thought that I'd blow the cut
All my people finna′ throw it up
I been drug through the mud, I'm on the hunt for blood

The Reaper is here, y'all know wussup
I rock a mean hook, you rock a sucker punch
All you wack rappers ain′t enough for lunch
I been drug through the mud, I′m on the hunt for blood

I got a lot of problems, one of them is breathing
Every time I think I'm fine, my boat is sinking
Been off the deep end, can′t throw the reason
In the dark with demons creepin', leave em broken screaming
Stressin, needing medicine. Oh my Jesus
Used to be a good boy, but bros a heathen
Saying somebody put me on the bro ya reaching
I′m killing all your favorite rappers, bitch its open season
All you lames hit the deck, I'mma make it direct
When I′m straining ya breathe with the chain on ya neck
Best have came in correct, I will lay you to rest
You ain't even a sweat, I'm a name to respect
But y′all aint gassing me
Fill the house and sell out but y′all won't ask for me
Ya mans a beast thats been mashing dweebs into mac and cheese
Actually ya faction be hella trash my G
I′m a master piece! Y'all are wack MC′s
I ain't even mother fucking asking Jeeves
End up a casualty on my slashing spree
All from a stupid ass rapper beef
They say I only get one shot, to seize everything I ever wanted
And the thought of me not getting that is what gets me sick to my stomach
So if my out come is brought from how much that I want this
Stick my nose to the grindstone till my dome piece is crushed in
Got my blood rushing, I′m causing concussions
I don't give a fuck if you've had enough of the cussing
Had a foul mouth since coming up with my cousins
This your degeneration, get ready to suck it
You offended? I love it! Catch you slipping in public
I′m in my bag bitch, same one I′m keeping your guts in

The Reaper is here, y'all know wussup
Everyone thought that I′d blow the cut
All my people finna' throw it up
I been drug through the mud, I′m on the hunt for blood

The Reaper is here, y'all know wussup
I rock a mean hook, you rock a sucker punch
All you wack rappers ain′t enough for lunch
I been drug through the mud, I'm on the hunt for blood

Have my brain decaying... No one finna' save him
When you think they great men but they fill you with hatred
In my way of praying, you can be my prey then
Bring clubs down like cave men, who you think you playing
Been trying to see clear through all of my years
Fought back all my fears, fought back all my tears
Saying I′m weird like its grinding my gears
Its my time and its here! All your lives getting smeared
I′m wrecking these promoters who be trying to hard ball
They handling a double sided blade like Darth Maul
Y'all been throwing shade like you chucking some charcoal
Power slamming rotten bastards right through the hard wall
What? You little bitches still ain′t feeling me
Why can't you admit it that I′m skilled at least
Snuff videos online how I kill MC's
Punch in grills till they choking on their silver teeth
I cook em when I grill em like a Philly Cheese
Thats just off tops like a guillotine
8 Mile long mean streak for really G
Got a flock of bad beezies acting like Billy Jean
Please explain yourselves, cause the shits bizarre
How ain′t we up to par when we fill up the bar
Get our ends cut off when we hit the mark
Did better for ourselves, now we don't fit the card
You can try and play me down but I'm living it large
Y′all oughta try and bolt like an electric charge
This rap game right here where I set my heart
So pick up the bars or get ripped apart

The Reaper is here, y′all know wussup
Everyone thought that I'd blow the cut
All my people finna′ throw it up
I been drug through the mud, I'm on the hunt for blood

The Reaper is here, y′all know wussup
I rock a mean hook, you rock a sucker punch
All you wack rappers ain't enough for lunch
I been drug through the mud, I′m on the hunt for blood