BLOOD ON MY CLOTHES ft. LouiseCipher Lyrics

Blood on my clothes, bitch, give a fuck

You can't hit these flows, bitch, give it up

I keep my nose clean, I will not stick him up

but if they impose on me, I pull the blade, quick enough

Yeah, i am not a killer, im just mentally fucked

The doctor told me it seems like i endlessly do drugs

It's probably not helping my mental state, i lost my faith

And now demonic shit is somehow all i see every single day

Ain't it funny how it goes like that?

You in your bedroom, mad i go do a show like that

Like, shit, are they selling their soul?

Nah, i just ensure heat, i don't settle for coal

Blend this rap shit with the gore up in my temple's the goal

In my mind i see images only serial killers and metal heads know

Might just- might just have to act that shit out in the corporeal

Last i checked, the desire for blood was primordial

So i got my own

I got my own bitch

I got my own bitch

I got my own

Blood on my clothes, bitch, give a fuck

You can't hit these flows, bitch, give it up

I keep my nose clean, i will not stick him up

But if they impose on me, i pull the blade, quick enough

Blood on my clothes, bitch, give a fuck

I got my own blood on my clothes bitch, give a fuck

Blood on my clothes bitch

Give a fuck

Give a fuck

Blood on my clothes

Can't remember where it came from

Washed it seven times

Still I'm stained like I'm Cain's son

Was it from yo bitch when I ate her on her period

Was it from the argument that got too serious

I'd be furious if I found out that I did this to myself

I've been making progress

Working on my fucked up mental health

But I swear

If another fucka steps up to me

Saying that the gays are all just fucking mentally disease

Or some other shit that stems from Nazi white supremacy

Imma rip their fucking face off

With no hesitation

I'm done with the patience

Fuck that shit

Real quick, Wiz

Imma need you to bust out the wand

Cast a couple spells, hear the bang, and we're gone

Like the part in Skyrim

With the Thalmor

It's all about your

Allegiances

Know where you stand before you leave the crib

Or a couple white boys go'n leave you lit

That's just to say, you ain't a match for us

A couple big boys, we just a class above

Hitting acid, as we ash the blunt

Out in public, we gotta mask it up

Shit, you can't get sicker than this

Lou and Red is on the track

Spittin devilish shit

Just a bunch of metaphors

But there's levels to this

See us in the 7th circle

So you know that we're pissed

Blood on my shirt, bitch

Give a fuck

I don't know whose blood it is, bitch

I dont give a fuck

Can't say my nose clean,

It's dripping crimson stuff

And If they impose on me

We'll go toe to toe, watch em stiffen up

Blood on my clothes, bitch

Give a fuck

Got my