Blood Stainz

[Intro] Bomshot
Yo, yeah, Evil Dead, Bomshot
The Devil'z Rejects mothafucka
No doubt, yeah mothafuckaz
Yo, yeah, yo, yo

[Chorus] x2
Blood stainz on the carpet
Blood stainz on the knife
Bomshot came home and cold murked his wife
The neighbors heard the screams and they threatened to tell
So I went next door and murked them as well

[Bomshot]
Yo, I'm the seventh sons, descendent from heaven, son
I pack eleven guns, making thе reverend's run
Exеcutioner style, putting two in ya dome
Evil Dead, we live inside of funeral homes
Wait outside ya building just to kidnap ya children
Read their favorite nursery rhymes right before I kill 'em
You gay queer, I'll kill ya kids in the daycare
Strangled in the kitten's cradle now they could stay there
It'll be a slaughter have you scared to go in the water
Hire private investigators just to look for your daughter
Have you shook, you won't be able to sleep at night
Leave a dead body in your bed and make you think it's ya wife
I'll body you, ain't no telling what the hollows will do
Catch you walking down in a dark road at night and fucking follow you
Bring your flesh the very next day to a barbeque
Put an apple in ya mouth, chew you up and swallow you

[Chorus] x2
Blood stainz on the carpet
Blood stainz on the knife
Bomshot came home and cold murked his wife
The neighbors heard the screams and they threatened to tell
So I went next door and murked them as well

[Bomshot]
Yo, Evil Dead and Bomshot, son we been illin'
I fuck prostitutes raw dawg and then I kill 'em
Peeping Tom, and stucking women up is my hobbies
Make their blood run cold and then I fucked their dead bodies
Fuck the law, the five-o's can't stop me
Bust nuts in bitches guts so they could find it in the autopsy
On the news they reenact how the shit happened
I pick up young hitchhikers and kidnap 'em
Prank call ya phone just to see if you're home
I'm looking through ya window to make sure that you're alone
Catch her coming out the shower in nothing but her drawers
Then I jump out the closet and choke her with her own bras
Drag her by her hair out back to the toolshed
Use electrical-saw to chop off her fucking head
I'm sick, all I think about is my dick
Stab ya eyes with icepicks then chop you to bits
Collect their skulls and leave the corpse in the mud
When the cops came they read my name I wrote in her blood

[Chorus] x2
Blood stainz on the carpet
Blood stainz on the knife
Bomshot came home and cold murked his wife
The neighbors heard the screams and they threatened to tell
So I went next door and murked them as well

[Evil Dead]
Yo, we call the barber street sweepers
Preacher pull ya card like Jesus
Each and every one ya met with heavens gun
The trucks Chevy, son
The devil made me do this stupid, face the music
And save ya self the pain and disgrace, them lame excuses
I'll leave ya with a face full of bruises, fatal contusion
Pain is my muse for paying dues, hate is what fuels this
Massachusetts thug they're known for fucking up the new kid
Taxing you for drugs and pulling gats for amusements
The illuminate one, moving with guns
I'll shoot 'em through ya lungs
Ruin ya fun, you're done with
We run shit, thuggish, roguish, rugged
Son, them slums is bugging
You pumping rubbish to my brother cuz you must be punished
Not the one to fuck with, sucka check ya chin
Next to kin, slumped teeth, snatching chains
Hold ya best friend hostage with your wife and kids
Rocking dead skins while he's three stripes and Timbs

[Chorus] x2
Blood stainz on the carpet
Blood stainz on the knife
Bomshot came home and cold murked his wife
The neighbors heard the screams and they threatened to tell
So I went next door and murked them as well

[Outro] Bomshot
Blood stainz on the carpet
Blood stainz on the knife
Blood stainz everywhere
I'll fucking kill my wife
Yeah, yeah
Don't sleep mothafuckaz
I'm fucking crazy, I'll kill my own wife
Don't leave ya fucking kids around me
Get their lil asses killed
Yeah, that's fo'real