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blood on my fingers - kovin kestnar & graffik lyrics

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[chorus: graffik]
i got blood on my fingers
i got blood on my fingers, yeah
i don’t know how i end up with it
but i’m ’bout get me another victim, yeah
i got blood on my fingers, yeah
i don’t know how i end up with it, yeah
but i’m ’bout get me another victim, yeah
yeah

[verse 1: graffik]
where that b*tch at? got a wrist tat
ain’t gon’ chit*chat with a b*tch ’bout no nick pack, uh
when i get that, i’ma flip that like quick, fast, i’ma sit back
hit gas and sip ‘yak, patty whack, no nick*nack
rollin’ with a couple dawgs, i got yey’ on me, i’ma zip that
take a big ol’ hit, boy, yeah, you know that that’s big gas
get the call, it was real bad, i remember how i felt then
now everyday i wake up and i wish that i could’ve helped him
(helped him, wish i could’ve helped him
helped him)

[chorus: graffik & kovin kesntar]
i got blood on my fingers
i got blood on my fingers, yeah
i don’t know how i end up with it
but i’m ’bout get me another victim, yeah
i got blood on my fingers, yeah
i don’t know how i end up with it, yeah
but i’m ’bout get me another victim, yeah
yeah (face)
[verse 2: kovin kestnar]
i don’t need hand breaks, i’m spazzin’ on the gas
i’ll beat him ’til my hand breaks, then smack him with my cast
better switch out to the fast line ’cause i’m about to crash
and fly out of the glass frame and land in pits of ash
see, girls trick in photos, makin’ sure they’re fly as h*ll
f*ck, you meet them offline and then you learn they’re fat as h*ll
i don’t miss the lost time, i just wish i wouldn’t dwell
i think i need a call sign or a magician with a spell
so, sh*t, man, f*ckin’ breaks and sh*t, f*ck, dude, listen
if time is an illusion and we’re all just part of consciousness
why do i feel stupid when i question whether god exists?
i guess i don’t pursue it nor detract from what i got from it
or spend my life in ruin on the banks of empty promises
all poets go to h*ll, every author has his day
and that molester at the sermon’s gonna lynch you if you’re g*y
so if you’re feelin’ kinda worthless and you ain’t got sh*t to say
just know you got a purpose, f*ck, i guess that’s hip to to say, sh*t

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