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letra de sad vampire - blockhead

[verse 1]
skin startin’ to melt, i know the sun is out
i’m ‘pac at the light knowing time is running out
either conquer or die, we ain’t losin’
me and the ghost of nat turner had a blood transfusion
crack rat with a backpack
f-ck waking and grindin’, we bringin’ naps back
i’m basically an infant
imagine dying so fast that there’s no chance to ask for forgiveness
i’m not religious, i’m coverin’ bases
white sheets used to cover their faces
and now they protected by badges
so your car’s impounded and there’s blood on your laces
blackin’ out ’cause i’m scared of my memories
if i die, my son too young to remember mе
it might be for the best
last timе i saw a doctor, he said something was off with the muscle that’s in my chest
talked to my mother, she tellin’ me that i’m blessed
told her i don’t understand why i’m still f-ckin’ depressed
plus confused, ’cause we finally winnin’
but only ’cause i f-cked up so bad, there’s nothin’ to lose

[chorus]
will the rain keep pouring down? she said ‘heaven only knows
there’s lightning in the ceiling, baby, can’t you see it glow?
even in the summertime, we stayin’ with the snow
but now your life is not your own so go put on a show.’

[verse 2]
i can feel my heart numbin’
rule number one, she didn’t cum if you gotta ask if she cummin’
hit the seance and all the devils get summoned
lock up all the demons and keep ’em up in my dungeon
i’m runnin’ my personal races
not a n-gga you know or cracka with badge that make me pick up the pace
so, f-ck it, i go slower
my n-gga knives 3d printed a flamethrower
we workin’ on the wirin’, bodyin’ rappers tirin’
n-ggas suck, only fine women inspirin’
b.i.g. told me to stay low and keep firin’
gotta remind rappers that ups is hirin’
brain on drugs, my egg’s fryin’
all these n-ggas is lyin’
’cause puppies don’t turn into wolves
and kittens don’t turn into lions

[verse 3]
it’s easter, n-gga, the king’s risen
now push away the stone
i’m anakin, force-pushin’ all these clones
wages stay low, prices risin’ on homes
try to k!ll me? just gon’ turn me into darth vader
i’ve been nice since sega
original man ain’t never witnessed a genesis
mirror where i’m cuttin’ lines while i see my nemesis
crucifix in the shaft of my day
i think i need an exorcist
my head spinnin’, i ain’t puttin’ the gas out
she walked to the bathroom with her ass out, titties shakin’
rhino pills got me f-ckin’ like i’m jamaican
peace to the gods but i’m still eatin’ bacon
clarity, confusion? christ is satan
four-hundred-plus years, look how they doin’ the haitians

- blockhead

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