Schaffer The Darklord - Buckets Of Blood текст песни

I got blood on my hands and my feet,
in my mouth, in my eyes, in my hair,
even my underwear
everywhere.
Anywhere a drop falls I'm quick to crawl and gobble the stuff up
driven by insatiable blood lust.
Heart starts beating hard breathing I see people bleeding.
Feeding, i need it. You hemophiliac? Convenient!
Brita pitcher chillin' in refrigerators fillin' up
a "sip-ey" cup.
Spill a little, lick it up.
Tip it up.
Triple cup of bloody mary buddy comin' up on the double.
I'm blowing bubbles of it,
slipping up in puddles of it.
It'll soak into your shoes and ooze into your tube socks.
Stick you with a crazy straw, drain you like a juice box.
Haulin' bloody madness
call it all psychopathic
I got walls like Jackson Pollack's
all in monochromatics.
Tap you like a keg and let you run fast and strong;
it's a motherfucking bloodbath and beyond!

Chorus one:
Buckets and buckets of fuckin' buckets and buckets of blood
it's coming down, it's really coming down
Buckets and buckets of fuckin' buckets and buckets of blood
streets run red until everybody drowns
Buckets and buckets of fuckin' buckets and buckets of blood
motherfucking buckets and buckets and buckets of blood
chug-a-lug, rub-a-dub, I can't get enough of the red stuff,
comin-up:

Female voice: Kabuto the Python!

KTP:
Yo' Kabuto know a lot about blood in the same way
that the Method Man and Red know a lot about bud.
I know it circulates the human body in ways
that could mystify a high school science teacher for days.
And I know it carries oxygen from place to place
even all over your Nikes when I breaks your face.
As I taste it, race to the clinic for more, shouting:

STD:
Doctor please help, I'm deficient in gore!
I know you got a blood supply, and I'd like to tap it.

KTP: Never realize how useful it is, until you lack it
so pass it.

STD: The what?

KTP: Why, The bloody intravenous.
As the earth girls prefer it when the blood is in my [cough, cough].
That aside, whether you're a boy or an old man
blood is quite a incredible: a joy to behold.
To peep it, get yourself an abrasion or (stark?) sore
or hit up KTP and maybe Schaffer the Darklord.

Chorus two:
Buckets and buckets of fuckin' buckets and buckets of blood
it's coming down, it's really coming down.
Buckets and buckets of fuckin' buckets and buckets of blood
the streets run red until everybody drowns.
Buckets and buckets of fuckin' buckets and buckets of blood
motherfucking buckets and buckets and buckets of blood.
Chug-a-lug, rub-a-dub, I can't get enough of the red stuff,
comin-up: buckets and buckets of blood!

STD:Hey, where you going?
Wrong, fucker, you're open!
The sight of your blood flowing,
it gets my own blood going.
You know it.
And no one has as many uses for it either,
from the pool I soak my feet in to the cubes in my freezer
to the yard sprinkler watering my lawn
its on.
I got a fully-stocked pond.
Put the teakettle on.
I rock a red opaque aquarium, and later today
you'll watch me washing up my bottom with a blood bidet.
Hey!
Summer time: Slip 'n Slide teaming with disease.
My Super Soaker's 98.6 degrees.
The sight'll make you queasy. I need that.
Give me a million CCs in an IV stat!
I've got a hunger and a thirst and a passion and desire
to rival even that of a goddamn vampire.
To repeat the ______ line I rhyme while I feed
____________ but never mind the "at", just bleed

Chorus three:
Buckets and buckets of fuckin' buckets and buckets of blood
it's coming down, it's really coming down.
Buckets and buckets of fuckin' buckets and buckets of blood
the streets run red until everybody drowns.
Buckets and buckets of fuckin' buckets and buckets of blood
motherfucking buckets and buckets and buckets of blood.
Chug-a-lug, rub-a-dub, I can't get enough of the red stuff,
comin-up: buckets and buckets of blood!