[00:00.00] 作词 : Raheen Petterson/Ira Dorsey/Steve Pitts
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Raheen Petterson/Ira Dorsey/Steve Pitts
[00:06.30]Artist: Dayton Family
[00:07.44]Album: F.B.I
[00:13.80]Song: Blood Bath
[00:22.29]Damn, is that Bootleg
[00:31.71]Damn, I could've swore I just saw Backstabber
[00:33.15]Damn, I gotta leave that shit alone
[00:36.12][Shoestring]
[00:37.80]It's your nutty nigga how you figure you can take my shit and break
[00:41.01]Try that shit you thinkin bout and hollowpoint gone lead your wake
[00:43.86]Cause ain't no jackin me for no green, we done no dividends
[00:46.95]Niggas get they shit blew up, so mother****er best a friend
[00:49.89]Killin his so-so block, or straight up pull out his Glock
[00:52.77]He's been shot, took his knot
[00:54.18]Left him in the parking lot
[00:55.56]No mercy on the enemy, the bitches are riding on flat fours
[00:58.68]Bullet holes in they doors, squeeze that shit that blows them foes
[01:01.59]Ghetto nappy, trigger happy so you gots to watch yo back
[01:04.50]Can't be thuggin, hoes be buggin when they see us pull this strap
[01:07.38]Blood is leakin, what you thinkin there's no other way around it
[01:10.35]Searchin for some static, its automatic bitch you hope you found it
[01:13.32]He's been grouded six feet deep
[01:14.73]Where he stood is wear he sleep
[01:16.08]My hustle been lackin them grams
[01:17.28]And ain't no worker for me gone play me cheap
[01:19.23]We play for keeps you strike the street bitch with your head missing
[01:22.53]When we was ballin, you was fallin headed for the kitchen
[01:25.11]With sticky fingers, now the singers for the F-E-D
[01:28.02]Won't do they time, but do they crime and lick these bitches feet
[01:30.96]That boy's a bitch, but a bitch wanna play that ****ing roll
[01:33.81]Snitchin on players, got to save us when they pockets swoll
[01:36.75]****ing with the game, you be on crack with your brain
[01:39.81]Telling on your man, but you slip sometimes and ****ing change
[01:42.75]Rollin on they side, in a G-ride while these niggas slippin
[01:45.60]Dumpin their bodies like John Gotti now they mother's trippin
[01:48.54]Hadn't been no snitch, you rottin ass bitch
[01:50.16]Good enough to raise your child
[01:51.51]Quick fakin wild, cause the aftermath is also foul
[01:54.36]Cut you in half, murder your staff sit back and laugh
[01:57.42]Cause down on Dayton its going to be a ****ing blood bath
[02:04.23]Chorus: repeat 8X
[02:09.36]Down on Dayton its going to be a ****ing blood bath
[02:21.27][Bootleg]
[02:23.10]I got more style than prison's got bricks (ain't that some shit)
[02:26.01]My everyday is a mafia flick (let me make this quick)
[02:28.98]I **** more groupies than rock and roll singers (better ask my click)
[02:31.86]Laughin like laughin hyena when killin (rippin up your shit)
[02:34.77]Stretchin these niggas like caine when cut (strap on your dick)
[02:37.71]My dick is fatter than silicone butts (better ask your bitch)
[02:40.71]I'm out for murder like niggers on bond (pullin out yo guts)
[02:43.65]I be bootleggin like I was the Don (cross me get ****ed)
[02:46.53]Treating you with stitches like doctors in clinics
[02:48.66](but I'm not your nurse)
[02:49.44]****ing with this style Ira Dorsey invented (like this and first)
[02:52.44]I'm stackin Franklin's like tellers in banks (and to make shit worse)
[02:55.38]I keep my pistols like brothers keep drinks
[02:57.39](here to quench your thirst)
[02:58.29]I'm schoolin niggas like teachers and tutors (don't be late for class)
[03:01.17]My aim is straighter than state shooter (aiming at that ass)
[03:04.17]I throw more blows than hookers on strips (don't drop that pass)
[03:07.11]I'm intercepting with dances and flip (break fools like glass)
[03:10.02]I'm so damn cold that i'm freezing the stage (hang up your coat)
[03:12.93]I'm small but deadly like hand grenades (shoved down your throat)
[03:15.87]I'm keeping niggas in line like feds (dicks hang like ropes)
[03:18.81]I killed more honkies than OJ than slayed (in L.A. keep)
[03:21.63]Smokin more bud than Jamaicans can roll (nigga pass that cess)
[03:24.63]You like a leach on my dick so let go (before I snap your neck)
[03:27.60]I'm not Steve Walker though families still matter
[03:29.64](better check yo ho)
[03:30.42]Your roll is slow my bankroll is much fatter (Gotta make some more)
[03:33.45]I killed more niggas than deadly diseases (their ain't no cure)
[03:36.39]I prophesize like Muhammad or Jesus (pump pump no more)
[03:39.30]I'm stabbin bitches like niggas with life (don't cross my staff)
[03:42.18]Cause if you do Reaper's takin your life
[03:44.49]Blood bath on Dayton Ave
[04:18.78]Chorus

作词 : Raheen Petterson/Ira Dorsey/Steve Pitts
作曲 : Raheen Petterson/Ira Dorsey/Steve Pitts
Artist: Dayton Family
Album: F.B.I
Song: Blood Bath
Damn, is that Bootleg
Damn, I could've swore I just saw Backstabber
Damn, I gotta leave that shit alone
It's your nutty nigga how you figure you can take my shit and break
Try that shit you thinkin bout and hollowpoint gone lead your wake
Cause ain't no jackin me for no green, we done no dividends
Niggas get they shit blew up, so mother****er best a friend
Killin his so-so block, or straight up pull out his Glock
He's been shot, took his knot
Left him in the parking lot
No mercy on the enemy, the bitches are riding on flat fours
Bullet holes in they doors, squeeze that shit that blows them foes
Ghetto nappy, trigger happy so you gots to watch yo back
Can't be thuggin, hoes be buggin when they see us pull this strap
Blood is leakin, what you thinkin there's no other way around it
Searchin for some static, its automatic bitch you hope you found it
He's been grouded six feet deep
Where he stood is wear he sleep
My hustle been lackin them grams
And ain't no worker for me gone play me cheap
We play for keeps you strike the street bitch with your head missing
When we was ballin, you was fallin headed for the kitchen
With sticky fingers, now the singers for the F-E-D
Won't do they time, but do they crime and lick these bitches feet
That boy's a bitch, but a bitch wanna play that ****ing roll
Snitchin on players, got to save us when they pockets swoll
****ing with the game, you be on crack with your brain
Telling on your man, but you slip sometimes and ****ing change
Rollin on they side, in a G-ride while these niggas slippin
Dumpin their bodies like John Gotti now they mother's trippin
Hadn't been no snitch, you rottin ass bitch
Good enough to raise your child
Quick fakin wild, cause the aftermath is also foul
Cut you in half, murder your staff sit back and laugh
Cause down on Dayton its going to be a ****ing blood bath
Chorus: repeat 8X
Down on Dayton its going to be a ****ing blood bath
I got more style than prison's got bricks (ain't that some shit)
My everyday is a mafia flick (let me make this quick)
I **** more groupies than rock and roll singers (better ask my click)
Laughin like laughin hyena when killin (rippin up your shit)
Stretchin these niggas like caine when cut (strap on your dick)
My dick is fatter than silicone butts (better ask your bitch)
I'm out for murder like niggers on bond (pullin out yo guts)
I be bootleggin like I was the Don (cross me get ****ed)
Treating you with stitches like doctors in clinics
(but I'm not your nurse)
****ing with this style Ira Dorsey invented (like this and first)
I'm stackin Franklin's like tellers in banks (and to make shit worse)
I keep my pistols like brothers keep drinks
(here to quench your thirst)
I'm schoolin niggas like teachers and tutors (don't be late for class)
My aim is straighter than state shooter (aiming at that ass)
I throw more blows than hookers on strips (don't drop that pass)
I'm intercepting with dances and flip (break fools like glass)
I'm so damn cold that i'm freezing the stage (hang up your coat)
I'm small but deadly like hand grenades (shoved down your throat)
I'm keeping niggas in line like feds (dicks hang like ropes)
I killed more honkies than OJ than slayed (in L.A. keep)
Smokin more bud than Jamaicans can roll (nigga pass that cess)
You like a leach on my dick so let go (before I snap your neck)
I'm not Steve Walker though families still matter
(better check yo ho)
Your roll is slow my bankroll is much fatter (Gotta make some more)
I killed more niggas than deadly diseases (their ain't no cure)
I prophesize like Muhammad or Jesus (pump pump no more)
I'm stabbin bitches like niggas with life (don't cross my staff)
Cause if you do Reaper's takin your life
Blood bath on Dayton Ave
Chorus