Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Traces Of My Bloodtype, artist - Esham. Album song Maggot Brain Theory, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.09.2008
Record label: Aknu Media
Song language: English
Traces Of My Bloodtype |
Traces of my bloodtype |
Was found at the scene of the crime |
I didn’t mean to blow that hoe mind |
I didn’t mean to blow that stupid hoe mind |
But yo, yeah |
She had the nerve to say she had my baby |
Yo this bitch must be crazy |
Talkin' about her baby got traces of my bloodtype (6 kids, 6 kids) |
And I ain’t even fucked the hoe |
Yo, traces of my bloodtype was found all over Jimi Hendrix guitar |
I spilled some blood on Elvis' blue suede shoes |
I guess that’s why he a movie star (he all shook up) |
Traces of my bloodtype was found in the backseat of a 6-trey |
Ragtop Chevrolet |
Homey don’t play |
'Cause these are traces of my bloodtype (6 kids found dead) |
Traces of my blood type was found on the cross |
Jesus Christ got crucified on |
Lived and died on |
Suicide on |
Traces of my bloodtype |
Traces of my bloodtype was found at the scene of the crime |
When Rodney King got beat |
Malice Green got beat to death, though |
'Cause these are traces of my bloodtype (1 dead, 1 alive) |
'Cause life ain’t nothin' but a whiskey dream |
Goin' insane like Kurt Cobain |
Blowin' out my brains just to prove a point |
That I ain’t afraid to die |
And why |
'Cause traces of my bloodtype were found |
Every time someone draws down |
And the blood stains hit the ground |
In the inner city, it ain’t pretty |
It’s a disrespect for… |
And traces of my bloodtype are found at the scene of the crime |
Of some type of domestic violence |
One person dead in silence |
'Cause she’s a corpse now (her head shot off) |
And traces of my bloodtype was found at the Post Office |
When that kid ran in there and shot those people |
Just because his check didn’t come on the third |
Word |
Traces of my bloodtype were found at the scene of the crime |
When Malcolm X got shot |
And it’s all still a conspiracy |
But you don’t hear me though |
Traces of my bloodtype |
All I’m sayin' is life’s fucked up |
So when you get dealt a couple blood stains |
And they test it |
And you find out it’s traces of my bloodtype |
Then you’ll know you did it |