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Coming for Blood Video (MV)




Performed By: Alumni
Language: English
Length: 4:16
Written by: Kellyn Crawley, Kevin Jacobson, Miguel Cervantes




Alumni - Coming for Blood Lyrics
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I grab a handful of earth and I smell it
Two hundred and ninety-nine behind me and they yellin'
At the top of their lungs
The young immortal feeling
Gettin' so high we might touch Heaven's ceiling
Killin' like we unstoppable freaks of nature
Major problems if you got em' I'll erase ya
Take your head off with this blade that is made from
Melted steel
Blood that spills from the ancients
Dangerous waters you'll be sailin' if you anxious
To get your body sliced in twenty-eight different places
Gladiators, let us rise to the occasion
Make them embrace every arrow that we aim
We comin' through like Mad Max
Genghis Khan with a Tampax
We soak it in, we bathe in it
That's why they call the shit a bloodbath
We comin' for blood
We comin' for guts
Comin' for motherf*ckers that want it with us
We Magnums, y'all cap guns
You Rosa Parks, you ain't bussin' with us
King cloth, my royal scarf
Got Caesar's blood in my veins, nigga
Dominant as Dominus
On Roman sands, I train killers
You ain't never seen nothin' like it
Gladiators or Vikings, boy
300 or Spartacus
And y'ain't want no part of this
Death dealer, that Colosseum
That lion's den where I fight for freedom
My adversary, you don't wanna be 'em
I'm gettin' paid, now that's per diem
Lemme switch my crown
Somebody pour my wine
I'm the king of the throne
Clean cut like the blade of Michonne
I can tell that you jealous
Wanna sip from my chalice
Better be low key, on both knees
When you enter my palace
Lemme switch my reign
Whether be a warrior or in chains
Bloodline of a demigod
That's how I got my name
I'ma die in arena
The gon' call me a legend
Bury me as a martyr
War murder weapon
Casket full of roses
Standing ovation
With a tomb full of gold
Recognizing my greatness
My girl Lorde has got the floor in this glory and gore
Alumni for ever, baby, victorious four
Breaking the sophomore slump
Trading stories of war
So take them A's and raise 'em up like DeLorean doors
We're gladiators in the cage
And we'll maim you for sport
Breaking faces with a mace
'Til the stadium roars
We're kicking ass and taking names
Yo, we're raging in force
Damn, I'm amazin'
I'm just sayin'
The greatest, for sure
F*ck you taking me for?
Must have mistaken me for
Someone you coulda pushed
While I'm mushing your face in the floor
I've seen you f*cking phonies faking
And claiming it's more
Shows in your home area code?
Bitch, that ain't called a tour
Step on up if you're tough
Come on and rumble with us
Lace up the f*cking gloves
Let's fight 'til our knuckles are bust
And the crowd sounds like rolling thunder
Gets buck and erupts
It's like a punch in the nuts, cunts
And we're coming for blood
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I grab a handful of earth and I smell it
Two hundred and ninety-nine behind me and they yellin'
At the top of their lungs
The young immortal feeling
Gettin' so high we might touch Heaven's ceiling
Killin' like we unstoppable freaks of nature
Major problems if you got em' I'll erase ya
Take your head off with this blade that is made from
Melted steel
Blood that spills from the ancients
Dangerous waters you'll be sailin' if you anxious
To get your body sliced in twenty-eight different places
Gladiators, let us rise to the occasion
Make them embrace every arrow that we aim
We comin' through like Mad Max
Genghis Khan with a Tampax
We soak it in, we bathe in it
That's why they call the shit a bloodbath
We comin' for blood
We comin' for guts
Comin' for motherf*ckers that want it with us
We Magnums, y'all cap guns
You Rosa Parks, you ain't bussin' with us
King cloth, my royal scarf
Got Caesar's blood in my veins, nigga
Dominant as Dominus
On Roman sands, I train killers
You ain't never seen nothin' like it
Gladiators or Vikings, boy
300 or Spartacus
And y'ain't want no part of this
Death dealer, that Colosseum
That lion's den where I fight for freedom
My adversary, you don't wanna be 'em
I'm gettin' paid, now that's per diem
Lemme switch my crown
Somebody pour my wine
I'm the king of the throne
Clean cut like the blade of Michonne
I can tell that you jealous
Wanna sip from my chalice
Better be low key, on both knees
When you enter my palace
Lemme switch my reign
Whether be a warrior or in chains
Bloodline of a demigod
That's how I got my name
I'ma die in arena
The gon' call me a legend
Bury me as a martyr
War murder weapon
Casket full of roses
Standing ovation
With a tomb full of gold
Recognizing my greatness
My girl Lorde has got the floor in this glory and gore
Alumni for ever, baby, victorious four
Breaking the sophomore slump
Trading stories of war
So take them A's and raise 'em up like DeLorean doors
We're gladiators in the cage
And we'll maim you for sport
Breaking faces with a mace
'Til the stadium roars
We're kicking ass and taking names
Yo, we're raging in force
Damn, I'm amazin'
I'm just sayin'
The greatest, for sure
F*ck you taking me for?
Must have mistaken me for
Someone you coulda pushed
While I'm mushing your face in the floor
I've seen you f*cking phonies faking
And claiming it's more
Shows in your home area code?
Bitch, that ain't called a tour
Step on up if you're tough
Come on and rumble with us
Lace up the f*cking gloves
Let's fight 'til our knuckles are bust
And the crowd sounds like rolling thunder
Gets buck and erupts
It's like a punch in the nuts, cunts
And we're coming for blood
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Writer: Kellyn Crawley, Kevin Jacobson, Miguel Cervantes
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