my body Rape me with my innocence Please me with my cruelty Bless me with my blood And lay me asleep with gentle caresses Of blood-red claws Withered
?s always in season Never needed to weather the storm Betting on your better angels Ignoring human nature in truth Red tooth and in claw Lion and lamb
brothers, See me now, you cannot know, The kind of food that me grow, It was the wolf in me, Body and soul on fire, In the cold, full moon, Blood, red
starts to feel good. [Chorus] all blood is his to drink he takes his fill and more, face and hands all red drown in sweet, sweet gore, all blood is
a clerk who won't tell. Days will turn into nights, nights will turn into days, weeks, seasons, and years. We'll stay for years. Red and white for blood cells, red
hand They took me to the judge His eyes a'glowin' red The courtroom was filled With witches and the dead Well the sheriff was a hell-hound With fangs and claws
I've been the victim of some untimely set Trippin' peeps in the streets By-standers, children and women Are watchin me fall Blood sprayin on the ground
these problems first began? The year 84, November, day 10 Overwhelmed by the wicked inspirations of an evil gen I realize my ideas has spawned for 400 years Of blood
raisin' And I just left somebody's father a quadriplegic Told him not to move or get shot to Egypt, he did not believe it He's losin' blood and I'm cold-blooded
clerk who won't tell Days will turn into nights, nights will turn into days, weeks, seasons [Incomprehensible], we'll stay for years, and years Red and white for blood cells, red
dreams of blood The claws that shred the sun ...the night, the weeping moon Enemy...,Father Feeble whore Dying sun Farewell The sky turns red The sun
for the gun Saddle the beast huge load to heave Unstoppa bullrace now begun Cry for the slaughter who would believe Hunting the red one - blood on their
told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs any bitch nigga with a gun can bust slugs any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood even Puffy
fear is gnawing my rough-hewn flesh. The icy piercing wind my name is carried upon. Blood o' so red, it draws a mark on the frozen ground. And
seeds I've sown Creatures claws at my neck Drag their niles across my back Dreams at night don't disappear It was more than fless and blood could bear
Yo, it's born born, young Lord, raise your swords Yo, it's born born, young Lord, raise your swords Yo, yo, hailin' from the slums of Shaolin, golden claw
blood is his to drink He takes his fill and more Face and hands all red Drown in sweet, sweet gore Joy is his tonight He bathes in red delight And all
t want to bring your Gods down babe I don't want to bring your Gods down babe Their flesh and blood for you too real The wine that flows from their nostrils Too red
