This is a song about "Taste like blood"

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

Just like this beat, prepare to taste plain brutality

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Your face looks like it taste hooks

When i cut you i seen your blood and i enjoyed the taste of that

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

But at least, my spit dont taste like yeast, more like minty tooth paste, what a waste,

Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friendtell me you pregnant and i'm amazed

Thats taste like all of you phoney lies and bullshit

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

Im a brutal motherfucker with a taste for blood

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

Said i'm just tryna do this quick like make haste

Getting green like an avocado, but with plain taste,

"hey girl, i like your face. and i want a taste"

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised