Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vampire Red (feat. Madness), artist - WILDCARD.
Date of issue: 16.01.2012
Song language: English
Vampire Red (feat. Madness) |
Yo, I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired |
I’m also gettin' sick and tired of stranglin' these bitches with this chicken |
wire |
I got that this sick desire for spittin' fire and it’s like pulling their teeth |
for them to feel it |
Good thing I came equipped with pliers |
And ripping their teeth out and make a woman’s breat flop |
When I’ll be spitting these riddles of enemies kicking the door in like a meth |
spot |
And all these cats claim they’re hard, I’m surrounded by some fake pussies lik |
I’m stuck walking around a sex shop |
A sex superstor, winning this best to-be-whore |
When I’ll be knocking your teeth out, quicker than meth-using whores |
They want war, battle me, all I can find is |
You fake fucks, battery-operated vaginas |
And I’m tryin' to figure out how the fuck I’mma turn you off |
For hooker who’s rockin' boards, you never gonna burn me off |
And 'Card is coming to burn down lives, I’m like a possessed nursery box the |
way I turn out rhymes |
hearse outside |
Make my sperm count die |
Listen to Ice-T and Dre when I was ten years old |
Look at me, dog, I turned out fine |
All this passion that I pack in my flow |
'Cause I’ve been to rock bottom |
Like throwing amputees from a boat |
Yo, they thought I was fake and shooting blanks |
But I’m bringing real fire like |
Rest in peace |
I can’t die as long as all my rhymes are here |
And you can pray to the sky but there’s a bad moon rising here |
'Cause when the dragon arise, nobody’s getting out of here |
Now you step in my mind and I say walk around in here, in here |
Verse 2: Madness |
I’m living like I got the key to the city |
And fuckin' time from behind while I’m squeezing the titties |
How the fuck do I survive being this gritty |
I’m alive, me and ain’t speaking for Disney, bitch |
Celebrity I never pay admission, wait the biscuit rockin the stocking like |
Jane’s addiction |
You’re laid in ditches, but rap’s influenced by blade incisions, |
zombies and crazy chickens |
Mix drinks, shots and 80's wisdom |
To plot, making rich stop, we wreck the system |
Take your vision and crush it |
That bitch rap and girly chit-chatting got nothing on some sick raps |
You get your ribs cracked 'cause their impact is like a baby’s face taking a |
shotgun kickback |
Can you dig that? |
Man, it’s fuckin' insane |
But Wildcard, running the game, crushing your brain |
I can’t die as long as all my rhymes are here |
And you can pray to the sky but there’s a bad moon rising here |
'Cause when the dragon arise, nobody’s getting out of here |
Now you step in my mind and I say walk around in here, in here |
Verse 3: Wildcard |
They compare you to rappers but they compare me to cyclones |
Of fury dripping hurricanes tearing through time zones |
And no, I know I can’t be all American Idol |
I can fuck you with instruments like American Pie though |
So, Wildcard is an American psycho, damn it oh right and I’ll be in burial site |
mode |
Swearing my life that I like my share of the pie |
But I’ve been broke for years now like the cherry inside hoes |
Don’t give a fuck I’m still an arrogant mic-pro |
When in various pie holes |
Can’t scare me, you’ll can spare me that tough talk |
I know I’m getting nothing but tongue like how a marriage with dykes go |
So won’t hear me coming when I bury this knife slow |
You brought that stress weed, I brought hair with spike flows |
And everytime I grab the mic, motherfuckers always duck like I’m Dick Cheney |
carrying rifles |
I’m raw |
I can’t die as long as all my rhymes are here |
And you can pray to the sky but there’s a bad moon rising here |
'Cause when the dragon arise, nobody’s getting out of here |
Now you step in my mind and I say walk around in here, in here |
Madness: |
Yeah, Wildcard, it’s Madness, The Odyssey, raping your fuckin' mentality |
What’s good |