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Bleed
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Bleed was released on October 30, 2015 by brainsick Muzik as a part of the album Voodoo
AlbumVoodoo
ReleasedOctober 30, 2015
Labelbrainsick Muzik
LanguageEnglish
BPM109
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

-Daddy, do you kill people?
-Do I kill people? If I have to, baby girl
-Do they feel pain?
-Hmm. Sometimes
-My daddy's gon' kill you!
-*chuckles*
('I am the devil, and I am here to do the devil's work!')
-Brainsick!
Out the graveyard like a zombie on The Walking Dead on A&E
Put 'em in a cage deep in the basement for disobeyin' me
Redrum, redrum, could've been a month, shit, it really don't matter
Normal turned out be ho and shit is not okay with me
I be on the type of shit to make you think I'm Vorhees times ten
None of you foamin' out the mouth the more heed I'm in
I'm with Bloody Mary and the Candyman every day all day
Look a **** in the face, no disgrace, leave no trace, I goes in
Drag a **** through the woods like I'm on the hunt for Bigfoot
Flee, hit them in the knee, put the recipe in cookbook
Do you wanna see a demon in the flesh, then take a look
It will be a minute when I get up in a ****, they all will be shook
I'm Godzilla, guts hangin' where ya nuts hangin' **** Ed Gein
And I spend about an hour everyday in a dark room dissecting
Chop a **** ear off so he can't hear off my checking
Then talk into that motherfucka like "testing, testing, testing"
Run if a **** want to stay hit with that bottle
Same when a motherfucker showtime at the Apollo
Hit a bitch up with the 619 like Rey Mysterio
With a mask on my face lookin' like a **** was Sin Cara
I'm brazy, mama never raised me to be no punk ****
Walk up on you, shoot you in the face and then I put your body in a trunk with a
Bitch with a big rump in her, choppin' everybody head off
I don't really wanna get the lead off, I just wanna get a slam dunk with her
Get ya muddy
Shotties, bloody
Bodies, blood, I
Put in work
Don't be all up in my face tryin' to blow shit
People tryin' too hard to be noticed
Do you wanna see a dead body, won't you people scatter like roaches
Shaka Zulu, black magic, Voodoo, hocus pocus
Knife'll go in ya, soul might go with ya
How the fuck you compare a **** when my flow is so sicker
I don't really give a shit about like 'who can go quicker'
When I murder anybody when I get up on a mic, I deliver
Hoistin', mouth spittin' like it's poison
I been ready, bring your boys in 'fore I MURDER this stupid muh'fucka!
O-Dog say you be actin' like a bitch nowadays
Really and I be on go-ahead-and-kill-everybody just to shoot this muh'fucka
Brainsick, I be on a different Richter
Scale, I hit 'em with the illin' then I gotta peel 'em, in 'em on a good one tonight
Werewolf a motherfucker every time a full moon is out
I might turn into Benicio Del Toro and take flight
****, I'm cuckoo, Voodoo
Knockin' through a ****' speakers
I don't really give a fuck if I ain't got shit but two tweeters
Fuck you talkin' 'bout a dollar?
I ain't never had a motherfuckin' penny
I'm that same ****, used to have to wear
Duct tape around my sneakers
Brainy, people lookin' at me like a **** was a weirdo
But I don't give five fucks, two nuts or a chewed up earlobe
I told everybody I was gonna hit the game up with a bang
But these motherfuckers wanna run around and actin' like a **** don't hear though, just bleedin'
Written by: Michael Johnson
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