Blood On My Hands

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Year 369 (CCCLXIX) was a common year starting on Thursday (link will display the full calendar) of the Julian calendar. At the time, it was known as the Year of the Consulship of Galates and Victor (or, less frequently, year 1122 Ab urbe condita). The denomination 369 for this year has been used since the early medieval period, when the Anno Domini calendar era became the prevalent method in Europe for naming years. more »

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Real southern boy, I've done done it all
You can hear the r's, got the southern drawl
Kick a couple beers back, bonfires and brawls
Flick the lighter, feelin' lighter cuz I'm burnin' it all

Oh goddamn, I got blood on my hands
It's a cold dark land when ya leave it to chance
I keep movin' places but can't change where I been
I've been tryna play it cool but I can't even pretend

Oh goddamn, They just don't understand
Spillin' creme dela creme, got it filled to the brim
How you gonna turn a killer to a Company man
I said OH GODDAMN I got blood on my hands

I got Demons screamin' at me,
They fiendin', leavin' me bleedin', believe me,
Knock me down and surround me,
Outlaw makin' Bounty

Fallin' outa the boundaries,
I live outside of the margins
Mardi Gras martyr
When I die party harder
Jump start my carcass

Malarkey starter turned artist
Butting heads with the sovereign
My cutting edge is the sharpest
The way I'm carvin' these bars up

Let y'all ch-choke on the saw dust
Poppin' lozenges you coughin' dollas
Hittin' Mach 10, hoppin' in
Makin' the harbinger bargain

Plantin' scandalous seeds
Reapin' havoc with ease
B-b-basket case smashin'
I'm packin' cards up my sleeve

Gettin' sick of the scene
Need to blow off some steam
Feel the treble from the kettle
When I sweeten the tea

Oh goddamn, I got blood on my hands
It's a cold dark land when ya leave it to chance
I keep movin' places but can't change where I been
I've been tryna play it cool but I can't even pretend

Oh goddamn, they just don't understand
Spillin' creme dela creme, got it filled to the brim
How you gonna turn a killer to a Company man
I said OH GODDAMN I got blood on my hands

Real southern boy, I've done done it all
You can hear the r's, got the southern drawl
Kick a couple beers back, bonfires and brawls
Flick the lighter, feelin' lighter cuz I'm burning it all

Smokin' up the grass, with my grandpa
Arkansas boys dirty, like anything goes
Mud holes, stuck, pullin' out the banjo
Dirt bikes, dirt roads, yeah we ready to go

Rappin' on acid, I'm bat shit
Dracula crappin'
R-Raisin' stakes, casket stackin'
M-Masochistic gum flappin'

Goddamn, this rackets bombastic
Shit slaps, no cap, vacant hat rack
Half witted lab rats got laughed at
But now my labyrinth lavish

(Wwoooooooooohhhhhh)

Phantaz, we spazzin'
Prophylact-acrobat addicts
Keep-keep razzin' these phantoms
We ectoplasm them casms

Wi-wi-wi-wicked web weavin'
Look what these Charlatans crafted
Yeah, we some dastardly bastards
Don't make us do something drastic

Got some dusty fatigues
Feel the earth when I breathe
Fully loaded, gun totin' but
I'm just shootin' the breeze

I change like leaves every season
When these thoughts commit treason
How come we choose to keep breathin'
I guess we all got a reason

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