Dracula

Album cover art for "Dracula" by Brotha Lynch Hung & Dalima & G-Macc & Bleezo

Brotha Lynch Hung & Dalima & G-Macc & Bleezo - Rap, Independent

Dracula

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[Intro: Bleezo] Cheah, cheah... Hey... Come on G, gotta get this motherfucking [?... incoherent mumbling?] [?Talking backwards?] I'm inside the casket nigga Lay it on the beat though [Verse 1: Bleezo] The Sacramento vampire like Richard Chase Imma slit your face, with a swtichblade And hop in the whip thang, nigga quick escape I'm sick mang Rock with [?ditch and position grapes?] Trying to get paid, [?applying the thick?] Finna hit the safe, Dracula No Bram Stoker when I blam doses at your Acura Hop out the Land Rover and blam four more with your passenger I'm nocturnal and bloodthirsty Pull a massacre when run and I pull up, cock back and bust thirty Sick and heartless the Prince of Darkness The John Carpenter Rip your corpse, slip in the courses with a chop and spark at you Cheah Like a fricking bat out of hell Step in the booth and spit that wicked shit like I'm casting a spell A rapping threat, [?think with my casket to match your neck?] Squeezing the knife like Lynch to see if there's life after death Monster, rhyme with the Bullet Maker [Reversed] [?] stress, my nigga, my squad is full of gangsters [Chorus: G-Macc x2] Dracula, Dracula, Dracula You can call me Dracula Dracula, Dracula, Dracula Cut it all even Dracula, Dracula, Dracula We can all eat Dracula, Dracula, Dracula If you saw me Dracula, Dracula, Dracula [Verse 2: G-Macc] Cheah I'm the rap Steven King It's me and Phonk Beta, got you niggas seeing things Get the medieval weapons, pull up at your spot, walk up the steps and... Porch light is on, shit So I walk around to the backyard, and quietly, peeping in that window butt naked Twenty four seconds, then I'm in your bedroom section Ape shit from the gate shit (whoo!) I ain't with that soft shit and I'm with the kill-'em-all shit So let's all get a sherm stick, walk around like zombies Cut through raw meat and I'm all evil like Kevin Mann and I saw people... In half, it'll make you throw up, it's so disgusting, eat it up like it's nothing Put 'em on the sofa tie 'em - roped up (damn) And if they try to get away, kill both of em' They'll die in a minute, heat up the oil and fry 'em in it, till I'm finished Put the knife to the witnesses, cut off the lights I'm digging in it Then I'm- up in the- corner- back to garden... [Reversed] To rape all victims [Chorus: G-Macc x2] Dracula, Dracula, Dracula You can call me Dracula Dracula, Dracula, Dracula Cut it all even Dracula, Dracula, Dracula We can all eat Dracula, Dracula, Dracula If you saw me Dracula, Dracula, Dracula [Verse 3: Brotha Lynch Hung] Mannibal, cannibal smoking cannibus, sinister The chainsaw massacre, cutting up your afterburner She dies then you die after her Niggas heads getting blown up, I'm bringing 'em back to earth In a casket, bodies in plastic I eat humans for dinner, I ain't your average I don't wanna get nutty buddy, but I could just murder rap Nigga eating pussy for dinner, have you ever heard of that? No you haven't, you don't get it, I'mma chew those bitches and two of those bitches Fucking a dead body like you're fucking your main bitch, shit Put em' in a pit, and the ditch, shit, afterwards He is Dracula, I am Mannibal Still writing that heat nigga, even though I cannot smoke My shit's no joke and if you listen to my shit you probably think I sniff coke Cause I do... [Chorus: G-Macc x2] Dracula, Dracula, Dracula You can call me Dracula Dracula, Dracula, Dracula Cut it all even Dracula, Dracula, Dracula We can all eat Dracula, Dracula, Dracula If you saw me Dracula, Dracula, Dracula [Verse 4: Dalima] Hold up, nigga you don't wanna know us Black mask with the four tucked, niggas tap dance when we show up Backpack full of your guts, scratch that nigga, hold up Fuck the backpack, hit the fists, betcha gonna get at that when the door shut Post up, sort of like I was a normal barber Get you head cut nigga, heads up, you'll be floating in the harbor Legs poking in the water, my lead go through niggas' armor Have a motherfucker's face looking like a crack head in cold water Show up You'll be tatted and splattered, matted with maggots in a ragged cabinet packed in the back with the radish and cabbage Cause Dracula's a habit for the blacking addicts and drag him to the darkened planet We manage with heartless actions and damage The badges ain't gonna cover it, G-Macc the vampire cut her with all kinds of jagged ass items and Phonk Bater gon' cut her wrists Should've fucked her and hugged her before your lover split Now you're getting videos and pics of her covered in other dicks

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Credits

Writers
  • Brotha Lynch Hung
  • Bleezo
  • G-Macc
  • Dalima