The Blood Stays On The Blade

Yeah, it's what I'm talking about. Time to take um to fucking war on this one. Time to forge my weapon. Yo Grim, the blood stays on the blade on this one

[Tabs]

You need to listen what real emcees are spitting
Little cocksuckers got balls on your chin like Peter Griffin
Homo cats blowing on sacks/sax like Lisa Simpson
Fuck what you write, the story of your life is needless fiction
You would see the vision but your eyes are filled with cataracts
So this savage hacks through your habitat with a battle axe
Your tracks are wack, some laughable, ass backwards faggot rap
You got no flavor and they don't make an app for that
Matter fact I don't know what it is that you thought
I'll spit a blue torch to turn New York into a huge corpse
Behind curtains cats threaten with that goon talk
Til I find um in person and they start back-stepping like the Moon Walk
My crew brought the kitchen sink if you waiting for the game change
We the missing link like Big Foot escaping from the Chain Gang
Fuck your whole crew, I don't do subliminals I name names
So get your brain caved if you gay flames wanna play games

[Hook - Tabs]
Came to the stage in a rage
It's time for you to lay in the graves that you made
Rain razor blades on these gays on parade
Wash the blood off my hands but it stays on the blade
[2x]

[Coal Cash]

Yo fuck rapping, these faggots should stop speaking
OD'ing off of the cock, moist crotch from the twats leaking
Seeking to be the top of the popular pole pinnacle
Minimal mental maggots, these faggots are fake criminals
Imbeciles indignant the pigment of epidermis
To turn us on one another so brothers cannot desert us
And squirmish over the ignorance, hindrance in our indifference
Impotent in your implement, infinite insignificance
Instruments of destruction, you're fucking with rabid animals
Savages doing damage, get ravaged by famished cannibals
Sabbatical from sanity, humanity a virus
Stabbing needles inside your iris when I sew open your eyelids
I roam with hybrids, half-man half-blunderbuss
To crush you asunder, strength in numbers you better run from us
We rush the tundra like thunder throughout the canyon
The cannon will put your under when hunters hunger from famine

(Hook)

[Grim]

I'm here to terrorize, cut your belly wide and spill y'all
Like Mag Eagle I'll let metal fly so withdraw
I drop bombs like a heli ride with Gilgo
With no emotions I'm dead inside like stillborns
I wake up at the dead of night with sick thoughts
Visions of they mothafucking head up high on pitchforks
Yeah better tell um hide cuz it's war
I shift jaws like pure Colombian this shit's raw
Pissed off I attack the land
And leave soaked in pussy blood like a maxi-pad
Reach and get smothered with a plastic bag
Then I squeeze at your stomach like a gastric bag
You half a fag, we some animals creeping through
Last thing you see a bunch of cannibals eating you
Let's see if you can handle me beating you
I'll do a big pussy like Sopranos in season two

(Hook)