| Cheah, cheah…
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| Hey…
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| Come on G, gotta get this motherfucking
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| I’m inside the casket nigga
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| Lay it on the beat though
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| The Sacramento vampire like Richard Chase
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| Imma slit your face, with a swtichblade
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| And hop in the whip thang, nigga quick escape
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| I’m sick mang
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| Rock with
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| Trying to get paid,
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| Finna hit the safe, Dracula
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| No Bram Stoker when I blam doses at your Acura
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| Hop out the Land Rover and blam four more with your passenger
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| I’m nocturnal and bloodthirsty
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| Pull a massacre when run and I pull up, cock back and bust thirty
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| Sick and heartless the Prince of Darkness
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| The John Carpenter
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| Rip your corpse, slip in the courses with a chop and spark at you
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| Cheah
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| Like a fricking bat out of hell
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| Step in the booth and spit that wicked shit like I’m casting a spell
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| A rapping threat,
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| Squeezing the knife like Lynch to see if there’s life after death
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| Monster, rhyme with the Bullet Maker
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| stress, my nigga, my squad is full of gangsters
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| Dracula, Dracula, Dracula
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| You can call me Dracula
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| Dracula, Dracula, Dracula
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| Cut it all even
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| Dracula, Dracula, Dracula
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| We can all eat
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| Dracula, Dracula, Dracula
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| If you saw me
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| Dracula, Dracula, Dracula
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| Cheah
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| I’m the rap Steven King
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| It’s me and Phonk Beta, got you niggas seeing things
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| Get the medieval weapons, pull up at your spot, walk up the steps and…
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| Porch light is on, shit
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| So I walk around to the backyard, and quietly, peeping in that window butt naked
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| Twenty four seconds, then I’m in your bedroom section
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| Ape shit from the gate shit (whoo!)
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| I ain’t with that soft shit and I’m with the kill-'em-all shit
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| So let’s all get a sherm stick, walk around like zombies
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| Cut through raw meat and I’m all evil like Kevin Mann and I saw people…
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| In half, it’ll make you throw up, it’s so disgusting, eat it up like it’s
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| nothing
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| Put 'em on the sofa tie 'em — roped up (damn)
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| And if they try to get away, kill both of em'
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| They’ll die in a minute, heat up the oil and fry 'em in it, till I’m finished
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| Put the knife to the witnesses, cut off the lights I’m digging in it
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| Then I’m- up in the- corner- back to garden…
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| To rape all victims
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| Dracula, Dracula, Dracula
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| You can call me Dracula
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| Dracula, Dracula, Dracula
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| Cut it all even
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| Dracula, Dracula, Dracula
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| We can all eat
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| Dracula, Dracula, Dracula
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| If you saw me
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| Dracula, Dracula, Dracula
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| Mannibal, cannibal smoking cannibus, sinister
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| The chainsaw massacre, cutting up your afterburner
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| She dies then you die after her
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| Niggas heads getting blown up, I’m bringing 'em back to earth
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| In a casket, bodies in plastic
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| I eat humans for dinner, I ain’t your average
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| I don’t wanna get nutty buddy, but I could just murder rap
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| Nigga eating pussy for dinner, have you ever heard of that?
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| No you haven’t, you don’t get it, I’mma chew those bitches and two of those
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| bitches
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| Fucking a dead body like you’re fucking your main bitch, shit
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| Put em' in a pit, and the ditch, shit, afterwards
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| He is Dracula, I am Mannibal
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| Still writing that heat nigga, even though I cannot smoke
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| My shit’s no joke and if you listen to my shit you probably think I sniff coke
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| Cause I do…
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| Dracula, Dracula, Dracula
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| You can call me Dracula
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| Dracula, Dracula, Dracula
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| Cut it all even
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| Dracula, Dracula, Dracula
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| We can all eat
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| Dracula, Dracula, Dracula
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| If you saw me
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| Dracula, Dracula, Dracula
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| Hold up, nigga you don’t wanna know us
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| Black mask with the four tucked, niggas tap dance when we show up
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| Backpack full of your guts, scratch that nigga, hold up
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| Fuck the backpack, hit the fists, betcha gonna get at that when the door shut
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| Post up, sort of like I was a normal barber
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| Get you head cut nigga, heads up, you’ll be floating in the harbor
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| Legs poking in the water, my lead go through niggas' armor
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| Have a motherfucker’s face looking like a crack head in cold water
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| Show up
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| You’ll be tatted and splattered, matted with maggots in a ragged cabinet packed
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| in the back with the radish and cabbage
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| Cause Dracula’s a habit for the blacking addicts and drag him to the darkened
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| planet
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| We manage with heartless actions and damage
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| The badges ain’t gonna cover it, G-Macc the vampire cut her with all kinds of
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| jagged ass items and Phonk Bater gon' cut her wrists
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| Should’ve fucked her and hugged her before your lover split
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| Now you’re getting videos and pics of her covered in other dicks |