Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blood Drunk , by - JT Music. Release date: 12.10.2018
Song language: English
Blood Drunk |
| Hello, step into the deadzone |
| Hellhole — from heaven you’ve been thrown |
| Kill or get killed, have you read the memo |
| Pick a weapon, set the tone from the get-go |
| Make sure that barrel never gets cold |
| Listen to my sixth sense- quick scope |
| Get a bad roll? |
| then you’re in the ghetto |
| Cuz the wealth that we measure is in ammo |
| Blackout, till i throw the flash out |
| Let there be light, cuz i said so |
| Wasn’t that quote god? |
| but in him though |
| I’ll put you in limbo now, get low |
| Heartbeat gonna rise in tempo |
| When you hear that gunfire crescendo |
| I bet I’ll be the last man standing |
| By the time that 99 is the death toll |
| So I wouldn’t hold my breath yo |
| You’ve set foot on a dead end road |
| Got Bambi caught in my headlights |
| Wanna end up like mom in the meadow? |
| You’ve entered the deadzone |
| Cellphones — everyone forget those |
| But i got bars if you get close |
| We can connect when you get domed |
| Don’t you pretend it was net code |
| Stim-up, pill-pop |
| You’re still not build to be that dope |
| I’ll give you the kill shot if the meds won’t |
| There’s no innuendo, you're gonna get blown |
| So high, E.T. |
| could be sent home |
| You’ll get no rest just deathblows |
| Only rest that you’ll get goes with a headstone |
| Hit the deck not the bed bro |
| Lawn hasn’t been mowed yet get prone |
| Now bow to the crown of this battleground |
| Call me Playerbestknown |
| Did you catch that? |
| can i get a 10-four? |
| Can I paint black all over your red door? |
| Cuz ive brought war to your front step so |
| If you got tags no sweat I’ll collect those |
| Cuz I love a posthumous memento |
| Inventory emptied, let’s go |
| Can’t keep me out the ring I’m back (I'm back) |
| I’ll take it to the last round (last round) |
| Won’t call it till you all collapse (collapse) |
| Stand up ill knock you back out (back out) |
| Guess I got addicted to the taste of |
| Victory no escape from |
| This sadistic way I live (I live) |
| Sure no turning back now |
| I’m a blood drunk, ready for a blackout |
| I’m no meteorologist |
| But I’m forecasting a heavy downpour |
| I’m talkin' rainin' shells, I just |
| Though I was out but now just found more |
| Get ready for inclement weather |
| Evacuating won’t make it better |
| Cuz even when you’re bleeding, barely breathing |
| Would you rather deal with that or weather me? |
| I’m on a neanderthal-level savage and deadly |
| Quick to put this axe in your head, peace |
| Jeffrey Dahmer, hack you to shreds and |
| You can watch me long after your dead see |
| Kill cam runnin' 24−7 |
| After you’re done takin notes check em |
| This squad has got some big dogs |
| All I gotta say, «boys got get em» |
| No we’re never gonna slow down |
| You can forget the walkin' dead |
| 28 days later from now |
| I’ll still be rabid poppin' heads |
| Whoa-whoa-whats that, whos there tryna make a little chit-chat? |
| Get back lest you get bip-bapped |
| You don’t want a piece of this kit kat |
| I’ve been strapped since you just had fists and |
| I’m fired up like a lit match |
| If you’re in the tinder — dispatched |
| Looks like you got a date with death |
| Just kidding son — its dad |
| Now you’re about to get grounded |
| Survival ain’t on your allowance |
| Better put up some walls around it |
| You lock your door ill knock it down kid |
| But I don’t mean to be helicoptin' |
| Not a drop of alcohol in |
| Me, I’m just a little bit drunk off |
| The blood from all the bodies in droppin' |
| Can’t keep me out the ring I’m back |
| I’ll take it to the last round |
| Won’t call it till you all collapse |
| Stand up I’ll knock you back out |
| Guess I got addicted to the taste of |
| Victory no escape from |
| This sadistic way I live |
| Sure no turning back now |
| I’m a blood drunk, ready for a blackout |
| (i'm a blood drunk, ready for a blackout) |
| (i'm a blood drunk, ready for a blackout) |
| (I'm a blood drunk, ready for a blackout) |
| (I'm a blood drunk, ready for a blackout) |
| Can’t keep me out the ring I’m back |
| I’ll take it to the last round |
| Won’t call it till you all collapse |
| Stand up ill knock you back out |
| Guess I got addicted to the taste of |
| Victory no escape from |
| This sadistic way I live |
| Sure no turning back now |
| I’m a blood drunk, ready for a blackout |