Lyrics

[Intro] Check one, two, check one, two, can I get a round of applause? We 'bout to get low on this one You see the power of my pen, makes the gats go blam And that's where I come in, feel me [Verse 1] You hear the echos from the hitman boy Chiefed out on the doja, homie that's quien soy And it's put to the music dog And I go hard, leap like a frog Psychic with my style With that back yard boogie as my back up file The rap game is my hostage Got the keys to this shit, I'm the master locksmith The talisman, picked up in Hades Coked out in the eightys in a grey Mercedes Still the coldest, a ferocious opponent Mac 11 is on the prowl, he's a potent poet Dedicated, premeditated A technical flow, sophisticated Elevated with the sacred stones And it's raining out there on that Nina Simone [Hook] Bram Stoker Dracula, Bram Stoker Dracula Bram Stoker Dracula, Bram Stoker Dracula Bram Stoker Dracula, Bram Stoker Dracula Bram Stoker Dracula, Bram Stoker Dracula [Verse 2] The Glock automatic is in my hand SKM is no mans land 'Cause the gang is in full effect That's a great fucking painting, now come and check No sleep in the lab I am cooking 'Cause I got the product, that got you so hooked So I hustle in the dark The rock get pushed in the park Where they slash you with the blade Put you in the morgue with a hand grenade No delay, these are higher plains Remain top dog, both sides of the brain What goes around will come around Duck quick, get hit with explosive rounds A sound, that's loud as fuck After that come the war, an adrenaline rush [Hook] Bram Stoker Dracula, Bram Stoker Dracula Bram Stoker Dracula, Bram Stoker Dracula Bram Stoker Dracula, Bram Stoker Dracula Bram Stoker Dracula, Bram Stoker Dracula [Outro] Lock and load, it's time to get savage for them money piles You got 'em I want 'em with in twenty four Them stacks getting flipped, it's turned up like that G'rabbs, g'rabbs, g'rabbs, g'rabbs, haha, for real