You like blood? 
You ever think about what's in your blood? 
The things that people do for blood, 
The things that people put in their blood 

My man stands in the rain sippin' on pain 
His brain's like a whip that's been stripped of its paint 
He used to spend change sniffin' 'caine and snort 
Now its a new sport, a whole different game 
Smokin' a Newport, shootin' dope in his veins 
Waitin' for the tired [bad word] and sulk in his pain 
Wash it away, these [bad word] 
He nods off and his smoke burns and his ash grows 
His cash flow is zero 
He knows he's no hero 
He knows he roams the streets with weirdos 
Night time benches, junkies, bingers 
Doors close he's hearin' the hinges 
Right there in the trenches 
Sharin' syringes with them in the darkness 
He's almost thirty with dirty women for partners 
So these pass-needles take beads of blood as he bleeds through 
'Til the needles he needs soon leave him diseased too 
Strange hatched with the rain leaves a crazy mixture 
He ain't got the same blood that's in his baby picture 
He shares blood with toothless [bad word]  crazy [bad word] 
mumbo-jumbo hodge-podge of oddballs 
AIDS infected from a hot spoon they call God 
When God calls they ignite to rob yours 
Then head back to the [bad word] 
And inject the [bad word] as they pass him the blood 

This is a tale of a trail of blood on the knuckles 
On the boots and knife and on the stucco 
Smeared on the car door cut in your vein 
Red [bad word] #39; out, blood in the drain 
This is a tale of a trail of blood on the knuckles 
On the boots and knife and on the stucco 
Smeared on the car door cut in your vein 
Red [bad word] #39; out, blood in the drain 
Murder is ugly 

In broad daylight, he roams through a home 
To catch your woman alone and put chromes through her dome 
Fill her with slugs, this is a killer's [bad word] 
Watchin' pain drain from her mug with the spill of blood 
But first he [bad word] her 
And cuts her thigh open 
Her eyes wide open, she's gonna die hoping 
She died quicker, the sicker indivdual would never let it happen 
He's more than a criminal 
He's a killer 
He rapes your young, hates where you're from 
Cold-hearted taste on the tongue for a bit of the old ultra-violence 
(Shh!) Stay silent 
Its pre-meditated he slice her nipples with serrated 
Edges of his knife shes at the 
Edge of her life 
He's edgy and more higher than a navigator 
An aviator 
He cuffs her arm to the radiator, radiator 
He would gladly hate her and save her for later 
But he's madly in love and just can't wait to 
So he raises the gun, her face faces the sun 
No wait, pace this 
I told you that the taste is his fun 
No time to waste cause he's about to [bad word] 
The woman starts to scream and POW shouts the gun 
The blood moves like this in a flood 
And the woman now lays lifeless on [bad word] 

This is a tale of a trail of blood on the knuckles 
On the boots and knife and on the stucco 
Smeared on the car door cut in your vein 
Red [bad word] #39; out, blood in the drain 
This is a tale of a trail of blood on the knuckles 
On the boots and knife and on the stucco 
Smeared on the car door cut in your vein 
Red [bad word] #39; out, blood in the drain 
It's blood