Bleed

[Intro: Claas]
Yeah!
Dancing on the beat
LSP! Let's go

[Verse 1: Claas]
Look, with Claas back you motherfuckers are done, ha (Haha!)
I eat cats like I'm motherfucking Mumm-Ra
But I ain't talking pussy like you dudes be (Nah!)
All you dick niggas looking small like a nude beach
So let's go and hit 'em all with the wire bat (Blaow!)
Niggas askin' us 'bout LSP like they got wire taps
But shit we ironclad, give 'em that iron fist
Clizzle be killin' it, to murder y'all's my final wish (Let's go)
Bitch, y'all ain't trying shit and I ain't buying that (Yeah!)
Leave they bodies in the sewers with the dying rats (Yeah!)
Like whеre the Mayans at? You know I be pushin' back
Lеx Luger these niggas, put 'em all in the torture racks (Raaah!)
I'll attack, I'm 'bout to beat 'em thinkin' I'm Negan
I'll leave 'em lying and bleeding, maybe I'll kick they teeth in
Repeat it on all the rest, cleaning house is what's needed
I mean it, some think I'm bluffin' and you'll be seeing my demons (Yeah!)

[Pre-Chorus: Claas]
Got to get 'em, I got murder on the mind (On the mind)
And I think it's 'bout that time ('Bout that time)
Leave a fuckin' body underneath the floor (Floor)
I ain't fuckin' with these rappers anymore

[Chorus: Claas]
Let 'em bleed! They can all bleed from their neck
Bleed from they wrists, bleed 'til they death
Bleed! They can all bleed from they chest
Bleed from this shit and I ain't fuckin' done yet

[Verse 2: Claas]
Yeah! I gotta give 'em something they can die to (Gang gang!)
That hard shit that you could even take a life to (Yeah!)
That snuff shit that has 'em crying in a dark room
Call me Mr. Blonde while I'm dancing making 'em shark food (Hahaha!)
Ha! Scream and bite the motherfuckin' curb bitch
Give that bird flip, start the purge as my words spit
Hot shit, that killer give 'em that thriller
Deliver that fucking violence for dinner, I am a winner, nigga! (Raaahh!)
So what you really wanna say?
When you're down upon your knees and you're begging me please to stay?
Away 'cause you don't really want to die today (Yeah!)
Ain't no motherfucking (Yeah!) rewind, now we're only pressing play
Fast forward and leave you niggas destroyed
You fuckin' with LSP, then the troops are getting deployed (LSP)
So just avoid, it's lyrical fuckin' snuff
We'll torture the industry 'til it's yelling it's had enough

[Pre-Chorus: Claas]
Got to get 'em, I got murder on the mind (On the mind)
And I think it's 'bout that time ('Bout that time)
Leave a fuckin' body underneath the floor (Floor)
I ain't fuckin' with these rappers anymore

[Chorus: Claas]
Let 'em bleed! They can all bleed from their neck
Bleed from they wrists, bleed 'til they death
Bleed! They can all bleed from they chest
Bleed from this shit and I ain't fuckin' done yet