Blood in the sink
[Intro] Yeah… Uh-huh… Definitely… definitely not friendly… Definitely something wrong with me… Yeah… Blood in the sink. Let’s go. ⸻ [Verse 1] I walk around like a glitch in the system, twisted, Two middle fingers up like “Officer, you missed it.” I’m different—neighborhood menace with a Netflix smile, Talk wild like I filed restraining orders on my own profile. I’m the type to rob a bank just to buy some gum, Chew loud, look proud, ask the teller where I’m from. Detroit attitude mixed with “don’t think,” Leave the crime scene cleaner than blood in the sink. I’m the dude cops chase, but I jog in place, Eat a donut in their face just to stall the case. If trouble’s a drug, then I’m hooked, no blink— Got a rep so cold it’ll frost your drink. Paranoid? Maybe. Violent? Nah— I just talk like I’m beefing with my own grandma. Half genius, half chaos, full-time brink, Thoughts drip from my brain like blood in the sink. ⸻ [Hook] I ain’t got no chill, Or restraint— Nice to meet you, I escaped from the complaints. My name? I forgot—don’t ask what I think, Just know it drips, yeah—blood in the sink. I ain’t got no fear, Or no shame, Walk around acting like I’m legally insane. My soul? I misplaced it… down by the brink, Now all that’s left is blood in the sink. ⸻ [Verse 2] I’m a gangster, but not the kind you see on TV— I’m the type to yell “freeze!” then freeze… awkwardly. I’m anomaly—no policy, sorry honestly, My rap sheet’s just a list of things I did sloppily. I pull up to the club in a shopping cart, Security asks why— “’Cause parking’s smart.” I’ll swing first, even if nobody wants to swing, That’s why the block whispers about blood in the sink. I hustle hard— Sell water to a fish for a tip, Sell gas to a hybrid just to watch it flip. My drip? More like a hazardous link— Outfit red-stained like blood in the sink. Half hood, half comic, whole brain chaotic, Got bars so toxic my therapist called it. I’m the only dude alive who fights sleep when I blink— Mind racing like it’s laced with blood in the sink. ⸻ [Hook] I ain’t got no chill, Or restraint— Nice to meet you, I escaped from the complaints. My name? I forgot—don’t ask what I think, Just know it drips, yeah—blood in the sink. I ain’t got no fear, Or no shame, Walk around acting like I’m legally insane. My soul? I misplaced it… down by the brink, Now all that’s left is blood in the sink. ⸻ [Verse 3] They say I’m reckless—nah, I’m “strategically dumb,” Make plans that even I’m too scared to become. I’ll fight a shadow, argue with a stop sign too, If it blinks wrong? We’ve got problems, dude. I’m the outlaw version of a sitcom lead, Got a punchline ready for a nosebleed need. My crew? Just me. My beef? I think… I wrote it down somewhere near blood in the sink. I’m a walking contradiction—gangster with a twitch, I’ll rob my own pockets just to call it a glitch. I talk trash to Siri just to see if she blinks, Threaten my reflection when it looks like it thinks. But hey— At least I’m honest, real, no shrink, Just a brain with a leak like blood in the sink. ⸻ [Outro] Uh-huh… Definitely… Definitely off… Definitely don’t trust me with anything sharp… Blood in the sink… Yep… That’s me.
