2 Cups of Blood Lyrics
| Song | 2 Cups of Blood |
| Artist | Gravediggaz |
| Album | 6 Feet Deep |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Berkeley, Diggs, Hamilton ... | |
| Intro: Ryzarector, | |
| Grym Reaper | |
| Aiyyo Reaper, those kids out there say you're mad thirsty | |
| You got somethin for them to drink? | |
| Yo we can wet up two cups of blood | |
| Verse One: | |
| Arm to the leg, leg, on to the head! | |
| Yo Be the | |
| Ryzarector, resurrect the mental dead | |
| G to the R to the | |
| Y M Reaper | |
| As I get deeper than a crypt, resurrect, kid! | |
| Don't go against the grain, mad slang is my thang | |
| I leave the hearty party with a bang buzza | |
| Boom! Check my tune, it gotcha hyper | |
| Don't give a fuck about a sucker | |
| C-cipher! | |
| As you decipher the tricks of a viper | |
| Swine is lethal! ... is evil! | |
| I am original, we can build upon | |
| The ill form, and keep all your braincells warm! | |
| Hocus pocus, yo! | |
| What's the focus? | |
| Weak techniques you speak, the shit is bogus | |
| Even in a mortuary, slangin' some boom | |
| As I seek the knowl' from the womb to the tomb | |
| Verse Two: | |
| Yo! Deadly, deadly, | |
| HYAH! Get ready | |
| Here come the styler, wilder than | |
| Freddy Dead | |
| Cause a Krueger, boom, | |
| I do ya Just to let ya know | |
| Gravediggaz comin' through ya | |
| Dead stinkin' rotten, your braincells forgotten | |
| The past, you had your bumba raas pickin' cotton | |
| Now ya hate ya knotty hairstyles | |
| I guess you figure the texture is too wild | |
| Child Two cups of blood, boy | |
| Two cups of blood, girl | |
| Aw, drink that shit up |
| zuo ci : Berkeley, Diggs, Hamilton ... | |
| Intro: Ryzarector, | |
| Grym Reaper | |
| Aiyyo Reaper, those kids out there say you' re mad thirsty | |
| You got somethin for them to drink? | |
| Yo we can wet up two cups of blood | |
| Verse One: | |
| Arm to the leg, leg, on to the head! | |
| Yo Be the | |
| Ryzarector, resurrect the mental dead | |
| G to the R to the | |
| Y M Reaper | |
| As I get deeper than a crypt, resurrect, kid! | |
| Don' t go against the grain, mad slang is my thang | |
| I leave the hearty party with a bang buzza | |
| Boom! Check my tune, it gotcha hyper | |
| Don' t give a fuck about a sucker | |
| Ccipher! | |
| As you decipher the tricks of a viper | |
| Swine is lethal! ... is evil! | |
| I am original, we can build upon | |
| The ill form, and keep all your braincells warm! | |
| Hocus pocus, yo! | |
| What' s the focus? | |
| Weak techniques you speak, the shit is bogus | |
| Even in a mortuary, slangin' some boom | |
| As I seek the knowl' from the womb to the tomb | |
| Verse Two: | |
| Yo! Deadly, deadly, | |
| HYAH! Get ready | |
| Here come the styler, wilder than | |
| Freddy Dead | |
| Cause a Krueger, boom, | |
| I do ya Just to let ya know | |
| Gravediggaz comin' through ya | |
| Dead stinkin' rotten, your braincells forgotten | |
| The past, you had your bumba raas pickin' cotton | |
| Now ya hate ya knotty hairstyles | |
| I guess you figure the texture is too wild | |
| Child Two cups of blood, boy | |
| Two cups of blood, girl | |
| Aw, drink that shit up |
| zuò cí : Berkeley, Diggs, Hamilton ... | |
| Intro: Ryzarector, | |
| Grym Reaper | |
| Aiyyo Reaper, those kids out there say you' re mad thirsty | |
| You got somethin for them to drink? | |
| Yo we can wet up two cups of blood | |
| Verse One: | |
| Arm to the leg, leg, on to the head! | |
| Yo Be the | |
| Ryzarector, resurrect the mental dead | |
| G to the R to the | |
| Y M Reaper | |
| As I get deeper than a crypt, resurrect, kid! | |
| Don' t go against the grain, mad slang is my thang | |
| I leave the hearty party with a bang buzza | |
| Boom! Check my tune, it gotcha hyper | |
| Don' t give a fuck about a sucker | |
| Ccipher! | |
| As you decipher the tricks of a viper | |
| Swine is lethal! ... is evil! | |
| I am original, we can build upon | |
| The ill form, and keep all your braincells warm! | |
| Hocus pocus, yo! | |
| What' s the focus? | |
| Weak techniques you speak, the shit is bogus | |
| Even in a mortuary, slangin' some boom | |
| As I seek the knowl' from the womb to the tomb | |
| Verse Two: | |
| Yo! Deadly, deadly, | |
| HYAH! Get ready | |
| Here come the styler, wilder than | |
| Freddy Dead | |
| Cause a Krueger, boom, | |
| I do ya Just to let ya know | |
| Gravediggaz comin' through ya | |
| Dead stinkin' rotten, your braincells forgotten | |
| The past, you had your bumba raas pickin' cotton | |
| Now ya hate ya knotty hairstyles | |
| I guess you figure the texture is too wild | |
| Child Two cups of blood, boy | |
| Two cups of blood, girl | |
| Aw, drink that shit up |
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