Blood On My Hands Songtext
von Ghetts featuring Unknown T

I′ve shown too much love, I paid too much homage
(Don't let me, don′t let me, don't let me, don't let me)
Don′t let me prove I′m on it
The suits come tailored, the shoes come polished
The food comes flavoured

I'll have a morning zoot with the porridge
Catch a paigon in the school, run traffic
And jump on the roof and bonnet
I don′t play no instrument, but I made organs move in bodies
And when there's an incidence, I make bad boy music from it
When me and her are getting intimate
I park far so the coupe ain′t spotted

Huh, huh, different one day prior
Di-di-di-different drugs, same buyer
Switched it up and aimed higher
An-an-an-an-any stick I rub make fire


Blood on my hands, crud on my lips
Blood on my hands, crud on my lips
Blood on my hands, crud on my lips
Blood on my hands (mm), crud on my lips (listen)

Got blood on my hand ting, burn him up quick
Bare airborne blood on the whip
I hate when my mates ain't on the same page
Don′t make this a awkward trip
Neighbours on the opp block know when we pull up
We pull up and burst off sticks
You don't know about running man down with a machine
I've seen a man trip up and fold up quick

Yo, back then used to rock with a PR
But now I got PR ′cause I′ve gone legit
Group bring the wap come, we beat out his whole damn crib
Why the opps think they're so damn slick? (Listen)


Gang ′nem never trust any bitch, but I still got a few opp chicks
Bare gyal got bare temptations
I might just fuck up his home with his miss
No games out here 'til the sun up
Tried to play runouts, we′re still gonna turn up
My man's tryna call ′round the gang
Negotiating 'bout the pack, tell him, "Shut up"
If you ain't outside putting in work then you gotta cough up
Our shooters ain′t got blood on their hands
Your nigga got caught, shut the fuck up (baow, baow, baow, baow)

Blood on my hands, crud on my lips (oh, hey, hey)
Blood on my hands, crud on my lips (oh, hey, hey)
Blood on my hands, crud on my lips (oh, hey, hey)
Blood on my hands, crud on my lips (listen)

Which one of them′s lacking respect?
Pray I find one of them lacking, a man get a lash in his head
Bang in the face, slash in the neck
That one there's not deep enough, splash him again

Woke up with a dry throat and a blade in my hand, mm
I′m too bloodthirsty
It's either I slide on my own or find out the hard way
Who′s trustworthy
I just came back from the future
I know what happened, I'm two months early
Smile or crocodile teeth, not one of them two come pearly (my God)

Every one of your lyrics are make-believe
I′m surprised how many fans you've made believe (gulible, gulible, gulible)
Mask on my face, it may be me
All you need's two letters from the alphabet, A and B
You ain′t been in the field
If you ain′t never knocked on your bredrin's door
With blood on your bare hands, I told bro
I did a mad ting nearby, now I need something to wear fam
Them boy tryna retaliate before a tear lands, can′t spare man
They're just making up numbers, they′re just one bag, a spare man

Blood on my hands, crud on my lips (oh, hey, hey)
Blood on my hands, crud on my lips (oh, hey, hey)
Blood on my hands, crud on my lips (oh, hey, hey)
Blood on my hands, crud on my lips (oh, hey, hey)
Blood on my hands, crud on my lips (oh, hey, hey)
Blood on my hands, crud on my lips (oh, hey, hey)
Blood on my hands, crud on my lips (oh, hey, hey)
Blood on my hands, crud on my lips (oh, hey, hey)

Will all great Neptune's oceans wash this blood clean from my hand? (No)
This my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine
Making the green one red
(Oh, hey, hey, hey)
(Oh, hey, hey, hey)
(Oh, hey, hey, hey)
(Oh, hey, hey, hey)