I make f*cking blood spray everywhere
I make f*cking blood spray everywhere
I make f*cking blood spray everywhere
I make f*cking blood spray everywhere
I be making blood spray everywhere
I be making blood spray everywhere
All up on the walls and the window panes
I be doing my thing when they scream in pain
I be making blood spray everywhere
I'll make all your blood spray everywhere
All up on the walls and the window panes
I be doing my thing when they scream in pain
I'm the Son of Sam, Charles Manson I don't give a damn
Cutting you up like a ham, shoving you into a can like Spam
Then tossing you into the pan and serving you up to my guests
Dispose of the evidence growing in relevance
Whole other levels with this shit
I'm gonna level with you bitch
A monster compared to the Blair Witch
Your friends are dead, I'm f*cked in the head
My urges just need a be feed
I be making blood spray everywhere
I be making blood spray everywhere
All up on the walls and the window panes
I be doing my thing when they scream in pain
I be making blood spray everywhere
I'll make all your blood spray everywhere
All up on the walls and the window panes
I be doing my thing when they scream in pain
(Imma tell you how I'll do it)
Imma beat you with a sledge hammer, while I sing along to some ABBA
Cut your head off with a chef's knife and mail it off to your grandma
She was crying, "Life it ain't fair!" well not anymore cause you're dead
And that is all that she said, I'm telling you that I'm f*cked in the head
I be making blood spray everywhere
I be making blood spray everywhere
All up on the walls and the window panes
I be doing my thing when they scream in pain