Rocky Morningside - Dracula

Smart
Fangs sharp
Lookin’ to bite
Ms Right
I'm on that DRACULA
Shit tonight
Before sun up
I’m out
Too many wild night
Too many too count
Too much at stake
Wide awake
2 in the A
I play with
My prey
Then escape
The daybreak
Bout to fly
Back to the castle
With this beauty
I found at NASA
That I bedazzled
Finding a snack
Has never been a hassle
I mastered the art
Of persuasion
Aong time ago
Around when
Cleopatra
Was a Pharaoh
I wear
Many hats
Diplomat
Commander
Cleanest
Distinguished
Server of the
Meanest linguist
It’s annoying
To keep on going
Just note I’m not
Beyond destroying
I’m just toying
Cause I
Been there
Seen it
Done it
3 or 4
Thousand
Times before
Easy to bore
Hungry for more
Black
White
Asian
Hispanic
To hypnotize
Wit my wicked eyes
Before I swarm
I’m a cold
Mutha fucka
But the beds warm
Feast
To tame the beast
I bite
I’m on that Dracula shit tonight
On the lose to
Pacify my sweet tooth
Perched on the gate
Checkin’ ya Pulse
Checkin’ ya heart rate
I’m particular
Type O Negative
Christian woman
Is what I want
For dinner
Dine with me
Die with me
Then I’ll set
Ya Free
Recollecting nothin’
Except the peculiar
Scent of something
Very familiar
Irresistibly sexy
Don’t trust a
Stranger
Fang banger
If it’s too good
To be true
Its gotta be danger
But with me
You’re just fucked
Outta luck
Never see
Me coming
No runnin’
I’m of the darkness
My fangs are the sharpest
I’m approximately
Two thousand and fifty
Years immortal
Give or take
I’ve yet
To face
The stake
Just take my embrace
I’m a lover and
A deadly weapon
No reflection
Teeth erection
But if ya
Under my protection
This is the norm
I’m a cold
Mutha fucka
But the beds warm
I’m a cold
Mutha fucka
But the beds warm
Feast
To tame the beast
I bite
I’m on that Dracula shit tonight
In the
Rear
View
Mirror
I don’t appear
I’ve disappeared
Back into the darkness
Not heartless
Just cold hearted
Bombarded
With passion
I’m Dracula
That’s what happens
I’m dramatic
Attackin’
And snackin’
Until the sun
Comes back
I’ll be in my coffin
Packin a zigzag
Relaxin
Till night start callin’
I’m a cold
Mutha fucka
But the beds warm

Written by:
Christopher Hemingway

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