Artist: Children of the Corn (Bloodshed) Album: Children of the Corn Collectors Edition Song: Paint the Town Red Typed by: Magnetosam@yahoo.com [Chorus] "Bloodshed I'm painting the town red" Kool G. Rap (8X) [Verse] Yo, you're fucking with a well known felon I'll do more then just leave you swellin I'll blast you in your melon and leave you smellin Take off the safety and incert the clip Then I start to flip, bust off like dicks inside porno flicks Under my tongue is where my blade rest My 12 guage stress is even more scarier then an Aids test You know my steelo, I stay on the D-low Murdering negros, with double four desert eagles The juice from my cerebral, is lethal Bloodshed outta be illegal, evil like Kanevil Cause I get physical like a contact sport I'm nasty like a crackhead in spandex shorts All sorts of niggaz dream about taking mine But if they do they get their faces stitched up just like Frankenstein Don't cross the line if you afraid of the guage I smell the pussy see the bitch running down your leg nigga [Talking] Yo let this niggaz know '95 we painting the whole fucking town red These bitch ass niggaz been saying you can't go solo Let these niggaz know what time it is Take it to their fucking faces kid [Chorus] "Bloodshed I'm painting the town red" Kool G. Rap (8X) [Verse] I got a bullet vest, niggaz that fes' I'm on some new stress, walk around with a smith west Giving heart tests, I'm heartless On some ill shit, I'm out to spark shit You wanana stay alive then money don't get on my spark list Damn right Blood's a murderer, I don't play I fucking slay Fuck around and get your brains blown like JFK Lee Harvey that's my idol, all about survival My gat leaves niggaz more holy then the fucking Bible Aiyo it gets worse I spark at church I'm the type to make your grandmother grab her fucking purse My life is fucked up, worser then that my life's a stress world Even the fresh girls get sprayed up like S-curls I assissinate I was brought up by the ways of a tec A nine, a gat, a glock is all I need to catch wreck Bloodshed a budda head, known for flippin when I'm trippin' I put the fucking clip in and I'm leaving niggaz drippin A mad man a public nusiance, I'm like a heart threat Leave niggaz slain on the train like Bernard Goettz A murderer fucking with me, you must got problems I'll make you wish your pops would've used a fucking condom Eyes is chinky like an oriental, far from gentle I guess I'm just fucked up in the mental I leave bullet scars fuck using a knife Buck a twice, take your life plus your after life [Chorus] "Bloodshed I'm painting the town red" Kool G. Rap (8X) [Verse] Murder astrologist, peep the final analysis Thicker then mud, dealing with Blood like dialysis Bloodshed is the opposite of painless I'll rip your anus out of the frame with what ya came with In a hurry, word to Keith Murray, "I Get In Ya" And if you don't know let me tell you what I can bring ya Press your heart with the 4-4, out of my dresser drawer Under my draws, next to nude photos of that Vanessa whore You can't stop me, I got the force to floor Rocky And then I'll rip his face just like an autopsy Nuff said, Bloodshed, The man who be tearing it Evil like Medusa on her period Chewing Mcs like a spiriment Cause I'm a stone short of pyramid Wicked like witch crafts experiments How could you think that you could beat me Think that you can defeat me Malcolm X would eat pork before you eat me [Chorus] "Bloodshed I'm painting the town red" Kool G. Rap (8X)