BLOOD ON MY ARMY BOOTS Lyrics

I got blood on my army boots

Blood on my trusty tool

Blood on my fangs with the set

That's just how we move

Coat coverd in motherfuckers

Who really had it coming

I don't do it fairly

Stab his brain out like a fucking pumpkin

Blood on my army boots

Blood on my trusty tool

Blood on my fangs with the set

That's just how we move

Coat coverd in motherfuckers

Who really had it coming

I don't do it fairly

Stab his brain out like a fucking pumpkin

Why everybody got to sing the same songs

'Ride around gang gang, big glock, ten toes'

No foes, nah boy, you ain't got no foes

Stare at me too long, you can't see my soul

I'm smiling through your window

I made this plan six weeks ago

Walk in, don't use the frontdoor

In silence like a holy ghost

I'm standing right beside you

Knife inside his mind

To make sure you won't survive

Now he can't tell any lies, nah

When I creep out I walk on four

Like I'm a fucking animal

Mold in my veins

You and me are not comparable

I cut your neck, then bite your flesh

The eastside one three cannibal

I really did my dirt

Flipped my world just for a pack or two

I'm blazing

Shit just feels amazing

Fire in my head

Burn the world up

'Cause it's not that entertaining

Faking, all you bitches faking

Dance for the camera

Do some complaing

Die for your country even if you hate it

Don't be yourself just act it for payments

Glock on my shelf just to feel fucking safety

Rope on my neck and I'm not fucking playing

How about another fallout

Heavy rain turning soulless bodies hollow

Muddy veins moving faster when the bomb is out

Shit is getting crazy

Don't know what you're fucking talking about

I might make you hate me

Even more than the imposter

Stomp you to the bottom like the others

Turning your forces from fighters to runners

We rise with the curses and make them all suffer

A pact with a demon

Just made this an underworld slaughter

Don't you think it's funny

When I'm going to stomp your skull into the dirt

Like just another monday

Where the pain don't even hurt a bit

Like demons in that murder shit

With blood all on my shirt admit

That you just wanted all of it

Red body with a burning grin

Like it has always been your sin

For the sake of the crazy evil

Run around and pull the pin

To blow shit up like a behemoth

Getting all this dopamine

From knowing that it's getting lethal

Making fights a burning scene

But heart's so cold it feels like freezing

Foes gonna fly when I fucking say so

Fuck what you shoot we don't need to stay low

Don't need a nine with the burning halo

Can't make us die because we always rise slow

Foes gonna fly when I fucking say so

Fuck what you shoot we don't need to stay low

Don't need a nine with the burning halo

Can't make us die because we always rise slow