Blood lust, Dope smoke
Good luck, I know
I can't seem to get all of these scratches off my face
And even if I could it would never replace
The thing I think I left in the back of my desk
On the first day of school before the Summer of Death
Blood lust, Dope smoke
Good luck, I know
I got a bop, a bop who likes to eat pasta
She likes her surfboard but don't like imposters
She'll cut you up her scissors are real sharp and
She's got an anger problem but theses days who doesn't
She looks real tall way up in her truck ya
And she looks real hot when she's bustin you up ya
Diet Coke is the only thing she drinks
I think I met her once or twice in a dream
Blood lust, Dope smoke
Good luck, I know
I can't seem to get all of these scratches off my face
And even if I could it would never replace
The thing I think I left in the back of my desk
On the first day of school before the Summer of Death
Blood lust, Dope smoke
Good luck, I know
You could find me in the classroom with my bop
Skatin home on a Saturday with a dimebag in my pocket
My bop's a bad bitch, ya she is a savage
Crack you in the dome if you ever talking smack bitch
She cooks steak good, she can paint good,
She don't call it fighting says she just negotiates good
Diet Coke is the only thing she drinks
I think I met her once or twice in a dream
Blood lust, Dope smoke
Good luck, I know
I can't seem to get all of these scratches off my face
And even if I could it would never replace
The thing I think I left in the back of my desk
On the first day of school before the Summer of Death
Blood lust, Dope smoke
Good luck, I know