Vampyrs ft. DarkNess Lyrics

Yeah, Dark God

What up Ralphy

Let's fucking go

Yeah, the Dark God

And the Grimey Street Specialist

Got some cult followers chanting my name in the temple

Blood soaked on the pen made from bones

Threw the peasants some stones

They threw them back

I had to blast them with a chrome

This is a dirty game

And most of these fans is fickle and lame

I carry a sickle and a stain

The occultist

Blood on the altar make the pulse drip

The fates in my visions came to tell me

Which threads I have to snip

Cut some people off

Silence is golden, dark alchemist

In the lab with the potion

In the lab with the Ouroboros

Speaking to the serpent

Sometimes me and Satan playing chess in the dungeon

It's no fun when there's no competition

I'm competing with my own demon

Light out the beacon

One can only see light if there's enough darkness

But that's the old me

I'm a god to these weaklings

Had to switch names to let them know

I reap G's

The Grim Reaper and Grimey Street Specialist

Causing havoc on the beat

The beast, 666

And then a three if you know what I mean

Then you're on my team

I got venom in my teeth

Watching the pendulum as it swings

Waiting for the right time to eat

Fasting all day

And chaos at night

I do Ramadan every day

Don't play

Dark God, uh

Fastin when I'm trappin

Threw my young boy a package

Tried to jack him so I clapped them

Know it's time for action

In the temple with the rations

Don't tempt me

I'm irrational

Kick your door like a sandcastle

Cook you with the heat

No pan and spatula

We out for blood

Oh damn, there's Dracula

They tried to back out

In a all black Acura

But I'm accurate

Seen ya hoe

She an average bitch

Only hoe I need is a whole brick

Ralph and Darkness

Those some cold ass kids

In the dirty water

I'm a go back spin

Thought I was done

But I'm a go back in

Know my name

You should know that then

Write bold with a golden pen

Get one of mine

Then im foldin ten

Alex Hamilton

Seen the damage done

Pull up with the hammer drawn

Big as the Amazon

Unless the camera's on

In the temple with the tempers on

Temptress with the feathers on

Send a message

Make sure I don't get a letter wrong

Beretta sing a better song

Boy I hope your sweaters strong

In the 17th century

Satan was abroad on the earth

And great was the wrath against those monstrous beings

Thirsty for human blood

To whom tradition has given the name of vampyrs

But before putting them to death

Human justice anticipated divine judgment

By burning into the flesh of those damned ones

The brand of Satan