F.E.T.U.S - There Will Be Blood lyrics

[Verse 1: Madd Maxxx] Swingin' baseball bats with blades attached I fade to black as my eyes roll back And I wrap sharpened devices Are strapped to ya face and your back When they snap, your body gonna lay out in scraps I'm a jigsaw k**a, yelling won't help By the time that I'm finished You gonna wanna k** yourself But it's not that simple Vice grips will make your brain squirt outta your skull Like I popped a pimple Motherf**er I can see you scared And when you gone we can see who cares Holes in your chest so when I look in I see through there Blood and guts mixed with piss slowly drip down the chair That I tied you to, I confide in you I know your family is out there and I find them too By the time I'm through ain't tell what would cover it I love how you're gurgling In plasma you're covered in [Hook x3: Grewsum] There will be blood There will be d**h And there will be guts They will be stretched I'mma k** these punks They're will be dead By the time I'm done Homicide Live 1 [Verse 2: Grewsum] It ain't about what you got it's not burglary It's about seein' that blood red burgundy It's about seein' that blood squirt vertically It's about turnin' your home to a murder scene I'm a fiend for the blood and the guts I'm obscene when I'm cuttin' you up Like a scene outta movie on the screen when you scream It'll truly seem evil after couple of cuts I'm a sick muthaf**a make you wish you never had a spine 3-D murder spree, my bloody valentine, my bloody valentine I don't really know the reason but you have to die I'm not a k**er that'll answer when you ask him why I'm out my mind I dont really know what happened It's like all of the sudden I just love stabbin' Love slashin', love the sound of blood splashin' Love gashin', people till they're just fragments [Hook] [Verse 3: F.E.T.U.S] Yo, I'm psychotic, half crazy and full skitzo My dogs, they want beef but no pitbull I'm that n***a in church In all black and a six robe Wearin' a trench coat Layin' the white in me out tenfold Somebody stop me, my rage ama**ed in my dark place I'm slow but I bet I can make your heart race Hold up, now who the f** wanna throw fists? I fold n***as, so you can s** on your own dick I won't hit em, when I'm holdin' a chrome grip And it won't slip when I crack your skull to the bone ribs There will be blood, n***as that I've a**aulted, faulted I'mma pops, I roll with prone click But I'm so sick, quickly devour, give me the power And I won't miss, choke as you swallow my whole fist I'm a known risk, society's black plague Could they cut me down? Shaving my face with a cracked blade [Hook]