This is a song about "Hate for blood"

Y’all sing amazing grace, and yet pray hate for gays,

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

On my family’s hate for the young boy they raised.

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

At an extremly alarming rate

No room for love, just consumed by hate

Little women be mommas, little niggas ain’t fathers

I'm thirsty for some blood your probably gunna need a big hearse

The death of my father , is the reason for my hate.

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

That is what you will get for all of the hate

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

And spill my blood before for you for a complementation test

Im a brutal motherfucker with a taste for blood

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck