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Count Brackula
(专辑: Voodoo 2 - 2021)
[Twisted Insane:] People looking at me like I
am Lucifer Staring at me funny when I
pull up in the
driveway with Chainsaws in the
backseat with the
meat still on Trunk filled up with the
big loads and them know that I
am sick Cover it up and I
tell 'em all it was some movie shit Tell 'em it was only fireworks when fire squirt from the
Uzi spit Diarrhea from the
mouth, now I'm finna drown 'em all in dookie shit Pull up on 'em any day, anywhere, I
don't really care who he with They don't really wanna get it with the
Brainsick From the
619 all the
way to worldwide with this gang shit Televised for your enjoyment, it's pointless, ain't it? Everybody feeling Brainsick and he will go apeshit Pull up on 'em with the
Schwarzenegger like I'm ornament There was 40 bottle in the
brain, insane with the
gun in hand Fuck around and make a
Thanksgiving when I
eat 'em all up like a
honey ham God damn, made around and scram, I
got biscuits and honey jam '97 with a
MAC-11 and a
ragtop Coming from the
dirt, put in work with the
low lifes and the
have nots Find me in the
dark, no love, with a
bolt nut and a
padlock Better think about what you can say before you fuck around and get your med shot Count Brackula And I
keep telling these niggas But I
don't [?] sick Niggas want funk But they don't wanna bust triggers I
be outside my whip Tell 'em all jump Breath still smelling like liquor 15 pound in my shit Biddy-bum-bump Rappers will claim they all ill But they ain't sick like this Brackula [Dayo G:] Used to have a
holy blood in my veins Now it's spoiled all around Used to have a
soul till it went low Up when the
sun go down (Brackula) Count Brackula, Count Brackula Count Brackula, Count Brackula Count Brackula, Count Brackula Count Brackula, Count Brackula [Twisted Insane:] In the
dark with the
Green Crack and the
bong still lit Smoking weed up with the
devil, running with the
metal, I
be in a
strong lil' whip Pull up by a
nigga self, I
don't need no help when they end up all lil' bitch I
don't even wanna hear it, keep it with the
evil spirits, they saw that shit Sorry, had to be the
one to tell 'em you ain't all that sick Bitch ain't really with it, you don't wanna see me in the
kitchen with an all black fit Niggas get to running when I
pull up on 'em with the
Tommy and they all backflip (Who the
fuck you thought you was, Leatherface, Pinhead?) Blood, all that shit Mask on every single day like I'm Leatherface Give a
nigga six feet 'fore you get the
big heat, not a
can of Mace Nigga be up out the
start, don't nobody pitch out, so you better race Put 'em in the
trunk, nigga, don't nobody wanna thump, I
got better pace All the
sudden everybody wanna hear the
dark side I
think it's hella funny, 'specially when niggas bitch out on the
car ride Hit the
far side, you think you tough, I
leave you burn up into small fry I'm already dead, put one in my head, go 'head, we can all die Brackula And I
keep telling these niggas But I
don't [?] sick Niggas want funk But they don't wanna bust triggers I
be outside my whip Tell 'em all jump Breath still smelling like liquor 15 pound in my shit Biddy-bum-bump Rappers will claim they all ill But they ain't sick like this Brackula [Chorus: Dayo G] Used to have a
holy blood in my veins Now it's spoiled all around Used to have a
soul till it went low Up when the
sun go down (Brackula) Count Brackula, Count Brackula Count Brackula, Count Brackula Count Brackula, Count Brackula Count Brackula, Count Brackula
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