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Blood Bath
1,669
Hip-Hop/Rap
Blood Bath was released on April 1, 1996 by Epic/Legacy as a part of the album F.B.I.
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AlbumF.B.I.
Release DateApril 1, 1996
LabelEpic/Legacy
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM82

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Dayton Family
The Dayton Family
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Raheen Petterson
Raheen Petterson
Composer, Lyrics
Ira Dorsey
Ira Dorsey
Composer, Lyrics
Steve Pitts
Steve Pitts
Composer, Lyrics

Lyrics

Gonna get ya
Bloody bath
Bloody bath
Bloody bath
Bloody bath
It's yo' nutty ****, how you figure you could take my shit and break
Try the shit you thinkin' 'bout and hollow points gon' lead yo' way
'Cause ain't no jackin' me for no green, weed, or no dividends
**** get they shit blew up, so motherfuck the best of friends
Killin' it, strolled yo' block, rolled
Straight up, pulled out his Glock
He's been shot, took his knot, left him in the parkin' lot
No mercy on the enemy, them bitches'll ride no slack
Foes, bullet holes in they doors
We set shit that blows through floors
Ghetto, nappy, trigger-happy, so you gots to watch yo' back
They be thuggin', hoes be buggin' when they see us pull a strap
Blood is leakin', what you thinkin'? There's no other way around it
Searchin' for some static, it's automatic
Bitch, you hoes been found it
He's been grounded six feet deep, where he stood is where he sleep
My hustle been lackin' them grams and
Ain't no workin' for me gon' pay me cheap
We play for keeps, you strike the street, bitch, with yo' head missin'
Told the hoes was boilin', you was boilin', headed for the kitchen
With sticky fingers, now they singers for the F-E-D
Won't do they time but do they crime and lick these bitches' feet
That boy's a pussy, but a bitch wanna play that gangsta role
Snitchin' on playas, Captain Save-'Em's when they pockets swole
Fuckin' with the game, you get 'noid, cops put shit in yo' brain
Tellin' on yo' mayne, but you still serve time in fuckin' chains
Roll on they side, in a G-ride while these snitches slippin'
Dumpin' they bodies like John Gotti's, now they mothers trippin'
Had there been no snitch, you rat-nass
Bitch couldn't live to raise yo' child
Quit fakin' wild, 'cause the aftermath is oh so foul
Cut you in half, murder yo' style, sit back and laugh
'Cause down on Dayton, there's gonna be a fuckin' blood bath
Down on Dayton, there's gonna be a fuckin' blood bath
Down on Dayton, there's gonna be a fuckin' blood bath
Down on Dayton, there's gonna be a fuckin' blood bath
Down on Dayton, there's gonna be a fuckin' blood bath
Down on Dayton, there's gonna be a fuckin' blood bath
Down on Dayton, there's gonna be a fuckin' blood bath
Down on Dayton, there's gonna be a fuckin' blood bath
Down on Dayton, there's gonna be a fuckin' blood bath
I got more styles than prison got bricks, ain't that some shit?
My every day is a mafia flick, let me make this quick
I fuck more groupies than rock 'n' roll singers
Better ask my clique
Laughin' like laughin' hyena when killin', rippin' up yo' shit
Stretchin' these **** like 'caine with cuttin'
Strap on yo' nuts, my dick is fatter than silicone butts
Better ask yo' sluts, I'm out for murder like **** on bond
Pullin' out yo' guts, I be bootleggin' like I was the Don
Cross me, get fucked, it's you in stitches like doctors in clinics
But I'm not your nurse, fuckin' with this style I, Radowski invented
Like this at first, I'm stackin' Franklins like tellers in banks
And to make shit worse, I keep my pistol like reverends keep drinks
Here to quench yo' thirst, I'm schoolin'
**** like teachers and tutors
Don't be late for class, my aim is straighter
Than fiends with straight shooters
Aimin' at that ass, I throw more blows than hookers on strips
Don't drop that pass, I'm interceptin' with dashes and flips
Break fools like glass, I'm so out cold that I'm freezin' the stage
Hang up yo' coat, I'm small but deadly like hand grenades
Shoved down yo' throat, I'm keepin' **** in line like fades
Nuts hang like ropes, I kill more honkeys than O.J. did slaves
In L.A., keep blowin', smokin' more bud than Jamaicans can grow
****, pass that sess, you're like a leech on my dick, so let go
'Fore I snap yo' neck, I'm not Steve Urkel but family still matters
Better check yo' ho, yo' rollin' slow, my bankroll is much fatter
Gotta make some more, I kill more **** than deadly diseases
It ain't no cure, I prophesize like Muhammad or Jesus
Po-po come low, I'm stabbin' bitches like **** with life
Don't cross my staff, 'cause if you do, reaper's takin' yo' life
Blood bath on Dayton Ave
Down on Dayton, there's gonna be a fuckin' blood bath
Down on Dayton, there's gonna be a fuckin' blood bath
Down on Dayton, there's gonna be a fuckin' blood bath
Down on Dayton, there's gonna be a fuckin' blood bath
Down on Dayton, there's gonna be a fuckin' blood bath
Down on Dayton, there's gonna be a fuckin' blood bath
Down on Dayton, there's gonna be a fuckin' blood bath
Down on Dayton, there's gonna be a fuckin' blood bath
Down on Dayton, there's gonna be a fuckin' blood bath
Down on Dayton, there's gonna be a fuckin' blood bath
Down on Dayton, there's gonna be a fuckin' blood bath
Down on Dayton, there's gonna be a fuckin' blood bath
Down on Dayton, there's gonna be a fuckin' blood bath
Down on Dayton, there's gonna be a fuckin' blood bath
Down on Dayton, there's gonna be a fuckin' blood bath
Down on Dayton, there's gonna be a fuckin' blood bath
Written by: Ira Dorsey, Raheen Petterson, Steve Pitts
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