BLOOD ON MY CLOTHES (feat. LouiseCipher)

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Red Wizxrd

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Blood on my clothes, bitch, give a f*ck
You can't hit these flows, bitch, give it up
I keep my nose clean, I will not stick him up
but if they impose on me, I pull the blade, quick enough
Yeah, i am not a killer, im just mentally fucked
The doctor told me it seems like i endlessly do drugs
It's probably not helping my mental state, i lost my faith
And now demonic shit is somehow all i see every single day
Ain't it funny how it goes like that?
You in your bedroom, mad i go do a show like that
Like, shit, are they selling their soul?
Nah, i just ensure heat, i don't settle for coal
Blend this rap shit with the gore up in my temple's the goal
In my mind i see images only serial killers and metal heads know
Might just- might just have to act that shit out in the corporeal
Last i checked, the desire for blood was primordial
So i got my own
I got my own bitch
I got my own bitch
I got my own
Blood on my clothes, bitch, give a f*ck
You can't hit these flows, bitch, give it up
I keep my nose clean, i will not stick him up
But if they impose on me, i pull the blade, quick enough
Blood on my clothes, bitch, give a f*ck
I got my own blood on my clothes bitch, give a f*ck
Blood on my clothes bitch
Give a f*ck
Give a f*ck
Blood on my clothes
Can't remember where it came from
Washed it seven times
Still I'm stained like I'm Cain's son
Was it from yo bitch when I ate her on her period
Was it from the argument that got too serious
I'd be furious if I found out that I did this to myself
I've been making progress
Working on my fucked up mental health
But I swear
If another fucka steps up to me
Saying that the gays are all just fucking mentally disease
Or some other shit that stems from Nazi white supremacy
Imma rip their fucking face off
With no hesitation
I'm done with the patience
F*ck that shit
Real quick, Wiz
Imma need you to bust out the wand
Cast a couple spells, hear the bang, and we're gone
Like the part in Skyrim
With the Thalmor
It's all about your
Allegiances
Know where you stand before you leave the crib
Or a couple white boys go'n leave you lit
That's just to say, you ain't a match for us
A couple big boys, we just a class above
Hitting acid, as we ash the blunt
Out in public, we gotta mask it up
Shit, you can't get sicker than this
Lou and Red is on the track
Spittin devilish shit
Just a bunch of metaphors
But there's levels to this
See us in the 7th circle
So you know that we're pissed
Blood on my shirt, bitch
Give a f*ck
I don't know whose blood it is, bitch
I dont give a f*ck
Can't say my nose clean,
It's dripping crimson stuff
And If they impose on me
We'll go toe to toe, watch em stiffen up
Blood on my clothes, bitch
Give a f*ck
Got my

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