Gimme Dat Blood

Things that I wouldn't do to taste your blood
Your blood
Things that I wouldn't do to taste your blood
Your blood
Things that I wouldn't do to taste your blood

I love blood, the color red makes 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 the hospital for blood to consume
Can't stop and if I could I don't think I would
Warm blood on my tongue just tastes too good

More blood that I drink the more I feel alive
Lotus keeps me clear through the juggalo eyes
Cut yourself, let it bleed, pulsate
My heartbeat bumping like an 808
A shadow caster, phantasma

And I wanna take a drink of your 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

Things that I wouldn't do to taste your blood
Give me that blood, give me that blood
Things that I wouldn't do to taste your blood
Give me that blood, give me that blood

Now blood might drip, blood might clot
Blood might flow, but fuck all that
Sit down and listen close to your Uncle Shaz
I take blood in any form, even scabs
Ten needles filled with junky blood
Just let me find this vein
I hang at the emergency ward and lick wounds
Give me that blood for the ritual of the loons

I need blood like a mosquito
I'll suck the blood out a 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'll slit my wrist and neck and do the windmill
And be a blood fountain for real
I swim underwater sniffing for blood like a shark
But I ain't a shark, I'm a bloodsucking retard
Retard

Things that I wouldn't do to taste your blood
Give me that blood, give me that blood
Things that I wouldn't do to taste your blood
Give me that blood, give me that blood

I've been known for blood sipping
Pull the trigger, everybody tripping
All on the carpet, splattered on the wall
Shotgun blast, couple people fall
I even took a slug, I'm already dead
Cock the gauge and made a river of his forehead
Wipe his blood on the front of my shirt
Would you die for the lotus? I came from the dirt

Blood, blood, sight of it excites me
I'm such a mess, slippery, excuse me
I spent 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 Malachi's speaking to me talking on the chrome
Mixed with the blood on the third night
Will allow the dead to walk again in the sunlight

Things that I wouldn't do to taste your blood
Give me that blood, give me that blood
Things that I wouldn't do to taste your blood
Give me that blood, give me that blood
Things that I wouldn't do to taste your blood
Give me that blood, give me that blood
Things that I wouldn't do to taste your blood
Give me that blood, give me that blood

Give me that
Give me that blood, give me that blood
Give me that blood, give me that blood