[Intro]

(GORE STREET)

(Where's Reyna?)

[Chorus]

Chokin' on my blood again, wake up and I thank God

I feel like fuckin' garbage, I guess that mean that I ain't gone

Keep talkin' like you want it, 'cause I could make those veins clog

I think everyone's against me, so watch out who you name drop

Red, red, red, bitch, I think I got a fetish

When it's only me and you, what we could do is endless

When I walk into the room, I hear you getting desperate

When I walk out of the room, your body is now headless

[Verse 1]

Fit the mood, Charles Manson record loopin' on repeat

Carefully I make incisions, collect the blood, and bag the meat

Got me an embalming table, take a drink and take a seat

While you fall asleep, pierce the neck and really let it leak

August Underground on the TV, you know what that means

I'm feelin' hella devious, I'm fillin' needs with sickened deeds

I'm tryna feel the gums, I'm using tools to pull out all your teeth

After Mordum plays, throw on Penance just to feel complete

[Bridge]

Depraved fucking degenerate, depersonalized depravity

A fetish that I crave on leaking on verges of insanity

Writing some cyphers, where she is, but you won't know

After all I am waste, when I'm dead, where will I go?

[Chorus]

Chokin' on my blood again, wake up and I thank God

I feel like fuckin' garbage, I guess that mean that I ain't gone

Keep talkin' like you want it, 'cause I could make those veins clog

I think everyone's against me, so watch out who you name drop

Red, red, red, bitch, I think I got a fetish

When it's only me and you, what we could do is endless

When I walk into the room, I hear you getting desperate

When I walk out of the room, your body is now headless

[Outro]

Blood, blood, gallons of the stuff

Give them all that they can drink, and it will never be enough

So give them blood, blood, blood

Grab a glass, because there's going to be a flood