BLOOD TYPE

I'm the Blood Type...
I need to see more...
I love to see it pour...
Therefore I'm kicking in your door...
Stick'in my dick in your chicken...
I love a fucking whore...
After I nutt then ya'll are being hit to the floor...
Taped to the gutt then strapped with C-4...
Then wrapped with three Claymore Mines...
This is going so well I wont even close the blinds...
I'm the blood type...
" I dont care if you on the rag, thats what I told your mother the other night...
After I ate her out we had a mud fight...
Then I washed the blood down with a Bud Light...
Dont even look around cause I bashed her head with a crud pipe...
Fuck your weak scenerio this is now why I'm stereotyped...
I take my time other wise my rhyme will sound the way you do, basic...
The reason I shine is cause I'm way sick...
I combine and intertwine words to fit the design in my mind...
I'm Divine...
Mastermind, formulating more calculations than Einstine...
Carrying my rhymes like a nine, I'm ready for war time...
I can hear Allegory yelling, "I should have used more time"...