Marz: Straight for the juggular Raw dog suck-ular Blood killa (killa) I'm the creep in the hearse With a thirst for the worst Type of s**t you aint heard Psychopathic (yo) Anarchistic (what) Massochistic (right) F**k religion (what?) A vampire settin churches on fire Bringin down the evil muthafuckin empire Cut a throat-to the bone To the beat-of my song And I'm gone...
Monoxide Child: Cut yourself, let it bleed-pulsate My heartbeats bumpin like I aint awake Shadow caster, phantasma And I wanna take a drink of your plasma I'm hangin upside down in an all black room Stickin myself and drinkin the blood from the wound I gotta consume enough blood to keep me alive Cause if I don't I'm gonna wither and die -Bye bye-
Chorus: "ooh what i wouldn't do to taste your blood" Gimme dat blood, gimme dat blood (x2)
Shaggy: Now blood might drip, blood might clot Blood flow, but f**k all that Sit down and listen close to your uncle shags I take blood in any form, even scabs Dirty needles filled with junkie blood Jus' lemme find this vein I hang at the emergency ward and lick wounds Gimme that blood for the ritual of the loons
Jay: I need blood like a mosquito I'll suck the blood outta heroin needle I don't care how I get it just come wid it Ill lick the blood off your lip if you bit it Ill slit my neck and wrists and do the windmill And be a blood fountain for real I swim underwater sniffin for blood like a shark But I aint a shark, I'm a blood suckin retard ... Retard!
Blaze: I bend over, blood sippin' Pull the trigger, everybodys trippin All on the carpet, splatted on the wall Shotgun blasts, couple people fall I even took a slug, I'm already dead Cocked the guage and made a river of his forehead Wiped his blood on the front of my shirt Would ya die for the lotus, I came from the dirt
Jamie Madrox: Blood, blood, the sight of it excites me I'm such a mess, slippery excuse me I spent all day writin "die" on the wall And my hands all blooody and my fingertips raw To the bone, bone, now I'm all alone And malakai's speakin to me talkin to the crow Mixed with the blood on the third night Will allow the dead to walk again in the sunlight