Raining Blood ft. Mental Ward Lyrics

I just wanna see your blood rain, your blood rain

My clothing covered in blood stains, your blood stains

Out the mental ward has unchained this nutcase

Once I start killing, ain't no one safe

I terminate with extreme prejudice and make it drizzle from a lacerated sky

They go suffer as I laugh in their faces and watch them die

From the minute after I went and ended somebody's life

I spent the rest of mine like an addict just chasing after that high

And I can't even lie, it's something where I've lost all control

I think this demon's got a hold of me and ain't letting go

I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with me, shit nobody knows

I hear the screams of tortured souls in the dark making an echo

Trapped in purgatory, I know hell is burning for me

Cause I'm responsible for way too many murder stories

They say I'm cursed, well surely I don't go praying to the sky

With no explanation why, but simply put is my reply I tell them that

This is murder, this is torture

When we come in, we have intent to hurt ya

We slice your necks with wounds that can't be healed

Let the blood rain, let the motherfucking guts spill

This is murder, this is torture

When we come in, we have intent to hurt ya

We slice your necks with wounds that can't be healed

Let the blood rain, let the motherfucking guts spill

Watch my victim bleed out on the floor, real horrorcore

Born Sick tatted on my knuckles so I'll make that blood pour

I idolize horror movie villains I wanna be just like them

Mark up my flesh with their faces so maybe I'll be a part of them

It's Stitchez the sickest, you bitches ain't getting

Away from me cause when it comes to rape I ain't bullshitting

The Murder Mitten's where I'm from 734 to the 313

I love my state, so I mutilate people in the D

Setting em free, send em to the lord above

Fuck kisses and hugs, I'd rather get fucked up on drugs

And treat bitches like shit, degrade em in every way

I'm the King of fucking Snuff, what more can I say

Master of my trait, with this blade I paint a picture like Picasso

Leave your face badly disfigured, I'm a fucking psycho

So cold, I'm here to mold your children in my image

I corrupt and fuck em up, I hate the motherfucking living

This is murder, this is torture

When we come in, we have intent to hurt ya

We slice your necks with wounds that can't be healed

Let the blood rain, let the motherfucking guts spill

This is murder, this is torture

When we come in, we have intent to hurt ya

We slice your necks with wounds that can't be healed

Let the blood rain, let the motherfucking guts spill

Drunk off some 40s, I'm feeling the need to gather these scattered thoughs

You know that I'm self-taught, these wounds inflicted make blood pressure drop

I'm always on top of my P's and Q's tell me what you wanna do

To this cunt we got in front of us she's ready for one of us

She gon' cum before I bust I know it

Even if the organs ain't in proper working order it's for sure

That this female's gon' have a taste of me salty and sweaty, shh

Baby don't speak I know you ready, I feel it

I just want your insides reversed

Is that too much for one man to request on this earth

I hope not, cause I need it to feed my rage turning a page to a play book

With your face and name on the cover, but no story

It's a sad world, where you get stuck in this whirlwind

Women, I'm taking advantage of them, no problems

I cunt punch em, got fists for these bitches

I blow they holes out, sew them up to pass em all to Stitchez

This is murder, this is torture

When we come in, we have intent to hurt ya

We slice your necks with wounds that can't be healed

Let the blood rain, let the motherfucking guts spill

This is murder, this is torture

When we come in, we have intent to hurt ya

We slice your necks with wounds that can't be healed

Let the blood rain, let the motherfucking guts spill

Let the blood rain, now I pose a vendetta

I won't stop until there's no heartbeat in the streets whatsoever

You better lock your doors to attempt to make it a challenge

But it doesn't matter, you're as good as dead no life to salvage

A savage turned beast I feed on the deceased

I'd love to see your heart rate increase your screams then I make them cease

Swift with speed, make you bleed it's my need to impede

On your family tree with these erase each one of it's leaves

Your heritage is history, no mystery as to why

One of our own has been taken it's common sense that, all must die

I am hatred personified, in a being full of rage

My mind's been locked up on display in this cage release the plague

You'll visit the morgue today, cold and lifeless on the table

You've been preparing for this moment since you first laid in your cradle

I'm vicious, willing, and able to strangle with jumper cables

Revive you, then make you stable then kill you again, no fables