[Verse 1]
If this was a game
I already know that I would come out winning
And I'm not bragging, I'ma be in her
But this bitch really think that I'm 'bout to buy her dinner
My steak good, I got a good cut like splinter
Juicy and hot, such a Black-bitch temper
Now she wanna talk and chop it up like a blender
But I don't give a fuck or even list-en like Schindler
She's cute, but her forehead's big
Got stretch marks like she got four kids
Her legs can't close like the four-doorhinge Bronco
That O.J. killed the white whores with
A wealthy white girl without the facelift
Lure her with expensive dinners and a nice bracelet
Leave the bitch breathless
What the bitch don't know is that I'm a mothafuckin' sellout and a rapist
[Chorus]
Baby, you're an angel
How about we turn this into a fable of some sort?
You already know you're dead
Ironic 'cause your lipstick's red, of course
I stuff you in the trunk, drunk
'Cause all I really wanna do is fuck and snort blow
And snort
Blow
[Verse 2]
If this was a game
I would be considered a motherfucking legend
And I ain't trying to gas you like Chevron
But I'm high as fuck, bitch, you really need to get on my leverage
Now, we're in the cabin, in the middle of ("Uh...")
Tryna find ways to really stuff you in my cabinet
Dreamy little bastard, I done ran out of luck
So now, it's time for a bloody foot, you little rabbit
You're very attractive
And notice that my hat is always the color of cactus
(And I hang with wolves) 'Cause I'm an evil bastard
Pictures of you on my wall
No glue, no tape, but just cum, plastered
Met you at my school, departed at my house
Ended at your panties, started at your blouse
Pushed you downstairs, I took a nap up on the couch
(*Snoring*)
If you wanted a date, don't come
Now, you gotta make it easy for you, don't run
You call this shit "kids?" Well, I call these kids "cum"
And you call this shit "rape," but I think that rape's fun
Wait, now it's about eight-something
It's late, and you stuck down in my base-one
Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe-string
Yeah, bitch, this date's done
[Chorus]
Baby, you're an angel
How about we turn this into a fable of some sort?
You already know you're dead
Ironic 'cause your lipstick's red, of course
I stuff you in the trunk, drunk
'Cause all I really wanna do is fuck and snort blow
And snort (Wanna watch a movie?)
Blow
Baby, you're an angel
How about we turn this into a fable of some sort? (Watch a movie)
You already know you're dead
Ironic 'cause your lipstick's red, of course
I stuff you in the trunk, drunk (Bright lights)
'Cause all I really wanna do is fuck and snort blow
And snort (We could go anywhere)
Blow
[Outro]
I like my girls how I like my drugs:
White
Lord, you're so pretty
Lying in my arms
I just got one request:
Stop breathing
[Verse 1]
Cry to sleep, wait a week
Again
Oh
Amen
Counting sheep, crossing streets
Everyone's dead ends
Oh
Amen
And I'm bored
I could be so much more
Than I am
Than I am
I need to go
I heard there's a place for me
One that nobody knows
One that goes away with me
So I drove
Mountains away
To a place that ain't real
To a place that ain't real
And I drove
Mountains away
To a place that ain't real
That's where I wanna stay
[Verse 2]
That place over the hill
Where you dream about crossing
It's not a cry for help
To rethink your options
It's your mom's bakery in Maine
It's that cabin in Sweden
It's the going offline
It's "Nеxt year, I'll go vegan"
It's not a "Woe is mе"
It's a hold the door open
That's a fantasy world
That's the one that I've chosen
[Verse 3]
Somewhere over the hill
Where you cry without speaking
Leave your door slightly creaking
It's all leaking away
When there's nothing to say
There's no point anymore
The words touch your mouth
And they fall on the floor
So why try to move a hair
When you barely exist?
That's a fantasy world
That's where I wanna live
[Outro]
And I float
Mountains away
Where no one can stay
And I go
Not in a rush
[Intro]
Left Brain, Wolf Haley
Golf Wang, Free Earl, uh
[Verse 1]
Goddamn, I love women
Daydream about penis being in 'em
Meet them with a big grin with a MAC-10
Rope, katana, and then I skin 'em
All beige suit made out of white women
With the red lipstick, dancing to John Lennon
With the red splattered jeans made out of blue denim
They can catch me in the spot where the sun don't shine
Bitch, don't mind me, shake your hiney!
The only motherfucking Wolf here that spit venom
You're a bad bitch with a real good kitten
And I got the appetite of them fat black women
Wolf Gang in this bitch with a bunch of rats with 'em
Lookin' like the holocaust with Supreme hats with 'em
I am tryna get Miss Piggy by the motherfucking hairs of her chinny-chin-chin
Umm, what's that? The cock of a black dude
Mad 'cause his daughter got the swag of a vacuum (Aw, fuck it!)
I'll take her to the back room dungeon, fightin' and punchin'
And now the slut is under the fucking assumption
That I will be fucking and munchin' her muffin
Cunt will be bleeding, but that's not from the
Time signature of the month, umm
[Chorus]
(It's because) It's because I'm Dracula, bitch!
Don't got a problem smackin' a bitch
Kidnappin', attacking, with axes and shit
'Til I grab them throats and start smacking them shits
(It's because) I'm Dracula, bitch!
Don't got a problem smackin' a bitch
Kidnappin', attacking, with axes and shits
'Til she decides to take Dracula's dick
[Verse 2]
Goddamn, I love bitches
Especially when they only suck dick and wash dishes (What?)
Cook and clean and grant my wishes
And make me and the Wolf Gang sandwiches
Transylvania crypt, let's take a tour
Bitch, try getting through that black trap door
Keep yellin' and workin' them vocal chords
And that'll be more of a reason that you get slapped up for
Is that Ford trunk's comfy? (Fuck you!)
Fuck me? No, fuck Buffy!
That little bitch keeps trying to hunt me
Jumping over gates, what the fuck she want from me?
She keeps sendin' me garlic
How many times I gotta tell her I'm allergic?!
(I like your cape!) Oh, this Bathing Ape cape?
Bitch, I got it for a bargain at the neighborhood Target
Fangs are sharp, and I hope you know
That all I really want from you is that throat
I can't eat pussy 'cause I might leave cuts
Then there's blood on my sheets, but that might be a plus
On the channel, a fucking animal, leaking like pairs of candles
Bitch, is it hard to handle?
I don't want a bride, I just want bone marrow (Oh shit!)
[Chorus]
(It's because) Umm, I'm Dracula, bitch!
Don't got a problem smackin' a bitch
Kidnappin', attacking, with axes and shit
'Til I grab them throats and start smackin' them shits
(It's because) I'm Dracula, bitch!
Don't got a problem smackin' a bitch
Kidnappin', attacking, with axes and shits
'Til she decides to take Dracula's dick
[Outro]
Bite her in her fucking neck, bite her in her fucking neck
Bottom of the fucking lake, bottom of the fucking lake
Call my gang of wolves and bats, call my gang of wolves and bats
It’s a full moon tonight, and these hoes ain't actin' right
(It's because) 'Cause I'm Dracula, bitch! (Swag, swag, swag)
(It's because) Left Brain, Wolf Haley, Free Earl, Golf Wang
Golf Wang, Golf Wang, Golf Wang
It's the fucking (Golf Wang)
It's the fucking (Golf Wang)
I am from the (Golf Wang)
Nigga, this is (Golf Wang)
Fucking faggot (Golf Wang!)
Kill them bitches (Golf Wang!)
There's no one like us (Golf Wang!)
Fucking niggas, I am from the (Golf Wang)
Golf Wang!
Well, you find the time
Don't you
For the Lord?
But can you find the time
Oh, can't pass it around?
Fever last too long
Fever's rashing on
There's no fountain in silver
How art?
How art?
How often ya gonna see now
Truly what ya cease to be
Will you adjust your scenery?
Well, you find the time don’t you
For the Lord?
Keep it rational
Keep it rational
There's no fountain
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