Dark Lotus - Taste of Blood lyrics

"What can I wouldn't do to taste your blood" "Your blood...What can I wouldn't do to taste your blood" (2X) (Marz) Straight for the juggular, raw dog s**ular Blood k**a', I'm the creep in the hearse wit' a thirst For the the worst type of sh** you ain't heard Psychopathic, anarchistic Masochistic, f** religion A vampire, setting churches on fire Bringin' down the evil motherf**in' empire Cut a throat, to the bone To the beat, of my song (Monoxide Child) Cut yourself, let it bleed pulsate My heartbeat bumpin' like an 808 A shadow casta', fantasma And I wanna take a drink of your plasma I'm hangin' upside down in an all black room Stickin' myself, drinkin' 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) [Hook: repeat 2X] "What can I wouldn't do to taste your blood" Gimme that blood!! Gimme that blood!! (Shaggy 2Dope) Now blood might drip, blood might clot Blood might flow, but f** all that Sit down and listen close to your uncle Shaggz I take blood in any form, even scabs Tiny needles filled with junky blood Just let me find this vein (oohh) I hang at the murder some'ore to lick wounds Gimme that blood for the ritual of the loons (Violent J) I need blood, like a misquito I'll s** the blood outta h**n needle I don't care how I get it, just come wit' it I'll lick the blood off your lip if you bit it I'll slit my wrists and neck and do the windmill An be a blood fountain for real I'll swim under water sniffin' for blood like a shark But I ain't a shark, I'm a blood s**in' retard! (ahh)(retard) [Hook] (Blaze Ya Dead Homie) I been known for blood sippin' Pull the trigga', everybody trippin' All on the carpet, splattered on the wall Shotgun blast, couple people fall I even took a slug, I'm already dead co*k the gauge and made a river of his forehead Why get 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 "s**"-such a mess, slippery, excuse me I spent all day writting "DIE" on the wall And my hands are all bloody and my fingertips raw To the bone (bone) now I'm all alone And Malachi speakin, hear me talkin' on the crow Mixed with blood, on the 3rd night Will allow the dead to walk again in the sunlight [Hook] - 2X