SwizZz - There Will Be Blood lyrics

[Verse 1: Mike Bars] This sh** is not a gimmick I'm in it to win it I'm at the finish You better recognize the fire I write Spittin' fifty rhythms a minute I'm finna get it More cheddar than you spent up In your entire life b**h, I'm gettin' high tonight On some dynamite With fangs like a Vampire bite b**hes, now I'm on my Twilight It's time for night night So get ready to roll [Hook: Mike Bars] Imma slip a little crack In the middle of my rap While I'm on this track, b**h I'm a motherf**ing beast You ain't bobbin' to the beats Cause you're on that whack sh** I might get a little crazy But do you really think I give a f**? Imma give you one more chance But if someone doesn't answer me There will be blood I admit I was on crack When I did this track, b**h I'm a motherf**ing beast You ain't bobbin' to the beats Cause you're on that whack sh** I might get a little crazy But I can't even say I give a f** You will never understand; I'm the f**ing man Can't you see There will be blood [Verse 2: SwizZz] Alright, Zeed up Yo, there might be an itty, bitty hint of blood...yuk That will splatter on your tv, and your rug...yuk This Halloween I'm eatin n***as like a sub...yuk Sinkin' my teeth in necks when it's time to go hunt...yup Aye, don't get caught walkin alone Or you will not make it back home There ain't an application on your phone You can use to try to reduce The pain I let loose when I'm in my zone, ho You ain't know, you better ask I flow colder than the Jack that's in my flask Black scleras are the version of my mask Your days are numbered, I'm just here to do the math Mike Bars invited me on the track We got it made like a mothaf**in' pact Horror flick, I might bring the axe Or the Jason machete and tear that a** in half Hey, Trick or Treat, I'm on your doorstep With my pillowcase lookin for something sweet I hope you can pa** me a bu*terfinger or a Snickers If I don't get it, forget it, somebodys goin' to sleep Z Z Z, why would I lie? I bust sh** like nuts, all in yo' eye You can run if you want, but there's nowhere to hide Unless you can fly, I guarantee you won't survive, and that's real You'll get hog tied so you can't squeal Lips sealed, mouth shut We don't give a f** Mike got the duct tape, I got the anesthetic to drug that a** up Hostile sh**, sorry no luck Big appetite and you look like lunch This last part might get a little rough, because...HEANGH! [Hook] [Verse 3: Mike Bars] Hmmm Okay, listen up If you find me gettin' head in the bed with a s*ut Then she ain't much of a looker Or she's probably just a hooker So I beat her 'til her clothes are as red as the blood I'm sick in the head, and more deadly than most are I go hard, someone send in the Coast Guard I'm Mozart, you ain't sh** but an old fart How's it feel being whack, b**h? Send me a post card You'll never see me afraid Cause I'm like a beast in a cage Call me Mike Meyers - not with the gla**es The Mike with the knife, I don't need to behave And if Peter picked a peck of pickled peppers Then I bet that you can guess what I'mma do with your intestines Finna drop 'em in a jar, heat them mother f**ers up Come around, and then feed 'em to your best friends Psst, watch your back, I'm behind ya Flappin' your trap like a rappin' vagina I'd rather take an axe to the back then to sign ya One more yap, and I'll slap you to China, rip off But when the ba*tards sue ya It won't be as bad when I blast the Ruger With a beam to the head, and I'll leave you for dead You'll be screamin', so don't let the gla**es fool ya I'm a k**er, I'll leave you with knife scars Nah, for real, you ain't iller than Mike Bars See I'm brilliant, and f**in' resilient I'll make me a k**in', then give you some bite marks Most dudes wanna f** a s*ut Take a bad b**h home, and then bust a nut But me? Give me a dime piece and an IV, cause I... [Hook]