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insane poetry – the house that dripped blood lyrics

[verse 1: cyco]
the house that dripped blood
step into my bloodbath n+gga
coming from cyco, that mad n+gga, insane poetry
you’re looking at the devil himself, cooking rappers like poultry
i got the cross+fade, beasts on the way to cut
just waiting for some fools to raise up
yo, i’m stepping with the hatchet and a big gat
when it’s pitch black, n+ggas caps get peeled back
motherf+ckers better duck ’cause midnight struck
you catch a buck in your gut, now your life’s f+cked
this is the house that dripped blood
no, not amityville, but insanityville
and i’m ready to k!ll
sh+t going through your head with a block, and take a drill bit
cyco got them heads up by the hairs
chop it off and havе it rolling down a flight of stairs (ah)
on this track i’m blazing hot, with gravedigger n+gga coming for my plot from salem’s lot
hеads’ll fly and you’re scared of dying
i’m terrifying, h+ll yeah
a crucified man
i’m the beast within f+cking up sh+t on a wicked m+n+script
tombstones read r.i.p., rest in motherf+cking pieces (r.i.p. haha)
[chorus: cyco]
the house that dripped blood
step into my bloodbath
step into my bloodbath
step into the bloodbath
the house that dripped blood
step into my bloodbath
step into the bloodbath
step into the bloodbath
the house that dripped blood
step into my bloodbath
step into my bloodbath
step into the bloodbath
yeah, it’s house the that dripped blood
step into my bloodbath
step into the bloodbath
step into the bloodbath
the house that dripped blood

[verse 2: cyco]
listen to my crazy lyricals
i suck blood through a babies umbilical
one of the many rituals of a basket case
i got your casket laced with bl++dy masking tape
for the late deceased piece of dog+sh+t rapper
that knew he couldn’t f+ck with the jackal
listen how terror hip+hop kicks
i like to torture motherf+ckers on their back support, hound grits
it’s even worse when i shock suckers
shackle, chain ’em up to our table, cut their legs off with lop+cutters
or just castrate a n+gga with a box+cutter
it doesn’t matter which way you got to suffer
and suffer the consequences of a n+gga that has that jefferey dahmer sense
you’re f+cking with a madman that loves dragging motherf+ckers to the house that drip blood
my axe, it drips blood from the bodies i hacked
got callouses on my hands from the backs i cracked
in fact, i’m basking in the juices of insanity
cyco coming with that manson mentality
can it be that i love to see blood spill
it’s embedded in my genes, i love to k!ll
[chorus: cyco]
step into my bloodbath
step into the bloodbath
step into the bloodbath
the house that dripped blood
step into my bloodbath
step into the bloodbath
step into the bloodbath
the house that dripped blood
step into my bloodbath
step into the bloodbath
step into the bloodbath
the house that dripped blood
step into my bloodbath
step into the bloodbath
step into the bloodbath
yeah, it’s the house that dripped blood

[post+chorus: cyco]
homicide
redrum
ho+homicide, murdering emcees
homicide
redrum
ho+homicide, murdering emcees
homicide
redrum
ho+homicide, murdering emcees
homicide
redrum
ho+homicide, murdering emcees
break it down
[bridge]
i+i+i+i+insane poetry, yeah
insane poetry, yeah
i+i+i+i+insane poetry, yeah
insane poetry

[verse 3: cyco]
you can’t f+ck with the motherf+cking nightbreed
a gang of k!llers who stalking fools daily
k!lling motherf+ckers like it was a spoke
n+ggas coming up short when my blade is at your throat
that’s all she wrote
quotes from the psychotic g+nius
upon a thong dangling from a tree, by the p+n+s
swinging my machete like a mad guillotine is
you got the n+gga cyco on yo ass, motherf+cker and i mean it
sh+t has got me quick to take a trick by his d+ck and just fl!ck
on his b+tch ’til my torture scorched the b+tch
drag ’em to a six foot ditch
and throw his ass in my wh0re house that drips, so what’s up n+gga
twelve strokes to motherf+cking midnight
night of a demon and i like to tote a big knife
blank from they lyrics, from the truth, from the underworld
it’s just bedlam when we make redrum
coming from the cyco, dj streek, and the mad dog
drag all critics to my house ’cause a n+gga straight mad y’all (h+ll yeah)
they say i sound like somebody else or this other group
yo, but here’s the scoop, back in 1984 my n+gga madman starting writing raps, went crazy hard
there was d.j. curse and e+skin poet
some other knew this sh+t was dope so they stole it
i ain’t holding a grudge ’cause true n+ggas stand out (stand out)
without taking f+cking handouts (handout)
so if you wanna trip n+ggas, grab yo sh+t n+ggas
’cause you about to take a trip to the house and drip blood (blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood)

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