| I’ll let you know from the get go
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| A little garlic and a cross won’t stop this blood suckingist
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| Slave makingist, hostage takingist, sneakiest continental rapist
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| Make no mistake in this
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| I’m not speaking on a fictional figment of folklore
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| But more like the type to provoke war
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| Spreading lies to the poor, starting plagues with a cure
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| When opportunity knocks, he locks doors
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| To ensure outlasting prescribed expiration
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| The reign of the undead is self preservation
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| He feeds off the lives of others but not with fangs in your jugular
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| He uses the drugs and gun smugglers
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| Leaving a trail of mindless zombies and childless mommies
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| Protected by powerful armies
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| As they guard the beast who hides by days
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| In a deep dark coffin that blocks the sun rays
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| (Vampire Hunter J)
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| I’ll let you know from the get go
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| A little garlic and a cross won’t stop this blood suckingist
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| Slave makingist, hostage takingist, sneakiest, continental rapist
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| (Vampire Hunter J)
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| From dusk til dawn, I take on the task
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| Of unmasking the snake in the grass
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| To wake up the sleepwalkers 'til they’re able to see
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| And shake up the shape shifters and the powers that be
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| (Vampire Hunter J)
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| So here I stand with stake in hand
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| At the heart of the problem with the root of all evil
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| Knowing the enemy will be your only protection
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| The windows will expose his lack of reflection
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| But you sit at home, waiting for the devil you like
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| With the mystery meat to put in your last supper
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| His lies hypnotize with the promise of gold
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| By the time you even realize, you’ve lost control
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| Oppressed people got power but demons conceal it
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| To steal it and wield it, print money to shield it
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| They flip tricks, monopolies dominate politics
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| To blood suck the many, but I choose to reveal it
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| I’m so powerful, I let your whole world revolve around me
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| And have it spinning so fast you cant feel it
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| And eight minutes later, the truth shines to build
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| From sunlight, the vampires have no shield
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| So they wither and die, with that stolen blood
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| Dripping from my double edged sword
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| On my own crusade to back from the wicked
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| What was founded in peace
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| It won’t stop til' the 10 percent nightmare cease
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| (Vampire Hunter J)
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| I’ll let you know from the get go
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| A little garlic and a cross won’t stop this blood suckingist
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| Slave makingist, hostage takingist, sneakiest continental rapist
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| (Vampire Hunter J)
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| From dusk til dawn, I take on the task
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| Of unmasking the snake in the grass
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| To wake up the sleepwalkers 'til they’re able to see
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| And shake up the shape shifters and the powers that be
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| (Vampire Hunter J) |