Blood On My Hands

[Intro]
Listen to them, chant throughout the night
Watch  music save me

[Verse 1: Bukshot]
I  shoulda known that day I took my sisters Barbie doll (yeah)
And filled it up with pins and needles, I'm not right at all (uh uh)
My mommy saw me do it, said it's cool, just write it off (okay)
And  that just made me take that Barbie's head and bite it off (grr)
That  wasn't good enough for Timmy ‘cause I needed more (yeah)
I had to satisfy my hunger to the inner core (mmm)
I'm  having thoughts I know these other kids ain't had before (nope)
Cause I was born a weirdo, craving blood was my reward (yes)
Began experimenting, yeah the sight of blood's exciting (yep)
I went to school by day but late at night I was moonlighting (uh huh)
And  I'm not talking 'bout that Batman shit, late-night goon fighting
Cause what I'm really on ain't right it gets most people frightened

[Chorus: Bukshot]
There's blood on my hands, my neighbors think I'm scary
They don't understand, they rush by me in a hurry
They don't know my plan, if they did they would be worried
There's blood on my hands, and a body on the gurney
There's blood on my hands, body-body on the gurney
Blood-blood on my hands, bo-bo-body on the gurney
There's blood on my hands, body on the gurney
They don't understand, if they did they would be worried

[Verse 2: Bukshot]
I sleep inside all day long but the truth I hate the light (that's right)
And I don't go outside until it's dark, embrace the night (that's right)
I'm looking for a pretty girl so I can taste her fright (uh huh)
It turns me on when I can smell her blood like a Great White (hahaha)
So does that make me a monster?
Krizz Kaliko told me that darkness do what it wants to
Dealing with the lunatic that's ready to haunt ya
Weirdo, yes I am, I'm not no stranger to drama (hell naw)
I'm like a vampire bitch, I want that red stuff
Dripping all over the street, dang
Nothing like a wet slut
Creepy, yes I know it
Reenacting scenes from Nip/Tuck
Music playing in my head from Twiztid as I rip guts (come here bitch)

[Chorus: Bukshot]
There's blood on my hands, my neighbors think I'm scary
They don't understand, they rush by me in a hurry
They don't know my plan, if they did they would be worried
There's blood on my hands, and a body on the gurney
There's blood on my hands, body-body on the gurney
Blood-blood on my hands, bo-bo-body on the gurney
There's blood on my hands, body on the gurney
They don't understand, if they did they would be worried

[Verse 3: Bukshot]
What they're really scared of deep down is what I've been craving (yeah)
The scent of death is in the air, it's got me misbehaving (mhmm)
These pretty women think I'd like to see 'em masterbating (naw)
But I would rather see 'em dead than with their titties shaking (that's right)
So I'm watching her, she's sitting at the bar and wishing (yeah)
Some money minded fool would soon approach and share attention (hahaha)
But when she wakes up in the morning Me will be missing
Sitting in my torture chamber dripping wet and twitching
I can paint a beautiful picture of using her blood as the paint like beautiful scripture (scripture)
I got her insides in the bucket, I had to split her
Cause my heart don't beat and it's as cold as the winter
Dead

[Chorus: Bukshot]
There's blood on my hands, my neighbors think I'm scary
They don't understand, they rush by me in a hurry
They don't know my plan, if they did they would be worried
There's blood on my hands, and a body on the gurney
There's blood on my hands, body-body on the gurney
Blood-blood on my hands, bo-bo-body on the gurney
There's blood on my hands, body on the gurney
They don't understand, if they did they would be worried

[Outro: Jack Nicholson]
Darling, light of my life
I'm not gonna hurt you. You didn't let me finish my sentence. I said, I'm not gonna hurt ya. I'm just gonna bash your brains in. I'm gonna bash 'em right the fuck in