The Killer Granddaddies—now on a long hiatus—performing with acoustic instruments the first song I ever wrote, while in prison around 2000.


Punch in the mouth

Kick in the groin

Gonna tax your ass

Til you’re tenderloin

You think you’re a king

You’re nothing but a fool

What I’m gonna do

Is take you to school

Slap you around

Rearrange your face

Send that puny body

To a painful place

This is a promise

I’m gonna keep

Like the preacher says

You’re gonna sow what you reap

Gonna draw blood

Gonna break bones

Gonna use sticks

Gonna use stones

Gonna make you pay

For what you’ve done

Gonna draw blood—DRAW BLOOD

Whatever I do

Won’t be enough

You deserve to die

You d**k s**k**g p**k

When you think I’m through

Ya don’t get a vote

I’m gonna rip off your b***s

And shove em down your throat

Gonna draw blood….

When you start to cry

Is when I’m not gonna quit

Don’t disrespect the game

If you can’t take the hit

Sorry about your pain

Is what I’m not gonna be

And the rest of your sorry days

You’ll wish you never met me

Gonna draw blood…

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