The House That Dripped Blood

[Verse 1: Cyco]
The house that dripped blood
Step into my bloodbath nigga
Coming from Cyco, that mad nigga, Insane Poetry
You're looking at the devil himself, cooking rappers like poultry
I got the cross-fade, beasts on the way to cut
Just waiting for some fools to raise up
Yo, I'm stepping with the hatchet and a big gat
When it's pitch black, niggas caps get peeled back
Motherfuckers better duck 'cause midnight struck
You catch a buck in your gut, now your life's fucked
This is the house that dripped blood
No, not Amityville, but Insanityville
And I'm ready to kill
Shit going through your head with a block, and take a drill bit
Cyco got them heads up by the hairs
Chop it off and havе it rolling down a flight of stairs (Ah)
On this track I'm blazing hot, with gravedigger nigga coming for my plot from Salem's Lot
Hеads'll fly and you're scared of dying
I'm terrifying, hell yeah
A crucified man
I'm the beast within fucking up shit on a wicked manuscript
Tombstones read R.I.P., rest in motherfucking pieces (R.I.P. haha)

[Chorus: Cyco]
The house that dripped blood
Step into my bloodbath
Step into my bloodbath
Step into the bloodbath
The house that dripped blood
Step into my bloodbath
Step into the bloodbath
Step into the bloodbath
The house that dripped blood
Step into my bloodbath
Step into my bloodbath
Step into the bloodbath
Yeah, it's house the that dripped blood
Step into my bloodbath
Step into the bloodbath
Step into the bloodbath
The house that dripped blood

[Verse 2: Cyco]
Listen to my crazy lyricals
I suck blood through a babies umbilical
One of the many rituals of a basket case
I got your casket laced with bloody masking tape
For the late deceased piece of dog-shit rapper
That knew he couldn't fuck with the jackal
Listen how terror hip-hop kicks
I like to torture motherfuckers on their back support, hound grits
It's even worse when I shock suckers
Shackle, chain 'em up to our table, cut their legs off with lop-cutters
Or just castrate a nigga with a box-cutter
It doesn't matter which way you got to suffer
And suffer the consequences of a nigga that has that Jefferey Dahmer sense
You're fucking with a madman that loves dragging motherfuckers to the house that drip blood
My axe, it drips blood from the bodies I hacked
Got callouses on my hands from the backs I cracked
In fact, I'm basking in the juices of insanity
Cyco coming with that Manson mentality
Can it be that I love to see blood spill
It's embedded in my genes, I love to kill

[Chorus: Cyco]
Step into my bloodbath
Step into the bloodbath
Step into the bloodbath
The house that dripped blood
Step into my bloodbath
Step into the bloodbath
Step into the bloodbath
The house that dripped blood
Step into my bloodbath
Step into the bloodbath
Step into the bloodbath
The house that dripped blood
Step into my bloodbath
Step into the bloodbath
Step into the bloodbath
Yeah, it's the house that dripped blood

[Post-chorus: Cyco]
Homicide
Redrum
Ho-homicide, murdering emcees
Homicide
Redrum
Ho-homicide, murdering emcees
Homicide
Redrum
Ho-homicide, murdering emcees
Homicide
Redrum
Ho-homicide, murdering emcees
Break it down

[Bridge]
I-I-I-I-Insane Poetry, yeah
Insane Poetry, yeah
I-I-I-I-Insane Poetry, yeah
Insane Poetry

[Verse 3: Cyco]
You can't fuck with the motherfucking Nightbreed
A gang of killers who stalking fools daily
Killing motherfuckers like it was a spoke
Niggas coming up short when my blade is at your throat
That's all she wrote
Quotes from the psychotic genius
Upon a thong dangling from a tree, by the penis
Swinging my machete like a mad guillotine is
You got the nigga Cyco on yo ass, motherfucker and I mean it
Shit has got me quick to take a trick by his dick and just flick
On his bitch 'til my torture scorched the bitch
Drag 'em to a six foot ditch
And throw his ass in my whore house that drips, so what's up nigga
Twelve strokes to motherfucking midnight
Night of a demon and I like to tote a big knife
Blank from they lyrics, from the truth, from the underworld
It's just bedlam when we make redrum
Coming from the Cyco, DJ Streek, and the Mad Dog
Drag all critics to my house 'cause a nigga straight mad y'all (Hell yeah)
They say I sound like somebody else or this other group
Yo, but here's the scoop, back in 1984 my nigga Madman starting writing raps, went crazy hard
There was D.J. Curse and E-Skin Poet
Some other knew this shit was dope so they stole it
I ain't holding a grudge 'cause true niggas stand out (Stand out)
Without taking fucking handouts (Handout)
So if you wanna trip niggas, grab yo shit niggas
'Cause you about to take a trip to the house and drip blood (Blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood)