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If I Was Your Vampire

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60s
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Garage rock
Psychedelic rock
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[Verse 1: MC A.$.$] I don't sell smack I don't sell crack But my lyrics are whack If I was a creature of the night I'd be a bat in the dark Not a vampire out for blood Not in a gang, not as a thug The only time I wear two chains, Is on a bike lock I rap but I'm no sheep I don't follow the flock I've never been arrested, unlike the rest of you Like you're in prison these bars go over your head You couldn't catch it if it was cat shit Smoke without a fire, weed everywhere Over here, over there and even in the stair Growing it in the attic cause you're fucking batshit I'm not an addict, never had a fight with drugs Never had to kick the habit Your face must be a habitat cause you have tats all over I'm living a normal life in a no freako system Let me flush your shit out my cistern Bury it where we can't listen Your freaky vision's so weak it missed 'em [Verse 2: RealisticLee] I ain't no thug, I'm not into guns, I'm not into drugs The only guns I have are my left and right biceps The thing I'm gonna try next Is to not be the one who dies next Life's hard, last time I tried hard This is the sequel so it's try hard two: try harder I don't wanna make like Bruce Willis and see dead people I avoid danger like I've got a sixth sense I ain't no criminal but I do suspect That this verse is filled with suspense I waited for two hours bro Felt like a hundred and twenty minutes though I've never seen the benefit of snorting the magic snow Or having chem sex but there's one thing I do know About cocaine, is that it blows One thing I never knew though What the hell is nasal sex, fuck knows I ain't livin' the thug life and it does show I'm no pimp, I ain't got no hoes No diamond rings or million pound clothes [Chorus: RealisticLee] We ain't gangstas y'all We ain't wankstas y'all That's how bodies fall We don't want that at all We ain't gangstas y'all We ain't wankstas y'all That's how bodies fall We don't want that at all [Verse 3: MC A.$.$] I don't gamble with life, when I fall I'll be wearing a harness I bet my helmet looks retarded Between your head and a rock what's hardest Like gold my bars are the hardest I lie though because I'm harmless Like a zombie in a horror film I'm armless I'll never have ten million, I'll never be certified diamond What's that shit on the back of your car, spoiler alert This ain't no filler I must be looking into a spoon cause this shit's inverted No fast cars, no drugs, no bling Not even a signet ring Try and push me, I'll show you how the fire works I ain't scared of fireworks, even when the heat's on 'Cause it's only a pizza in the oven and I'm fun lovin' The only time I go pop pop Is when I don't have a pop pop shield You were always the runt of the litter Unlike me, I'ma stay at this rap shit I'm not a quitter [Verse 4: RealisticLee] I do this shit for free, rappers needing dough Not in it for the money, not burnt yet, we be the least toast rappers I was bred for this shit, like yeast I rise into it So call me a yeast coast rapper Not talkin' about the weapon but I gatta do this, steppin' Into the East Coast that's what we're reppin' I'm into killin', only lyrically In rap you gotta be lyrical Lyricism in this is the pinnacle I know it's more thrillin' to be actin' the villain But I don't find it thrillin' when I see someone poppin' a pill in Their mouth, unless it's penicillin Just a regular dude, I ain't fittin' the gangsta mould [Chorus: RealisticLee] We ain't gangstas y'all We ain't wankstas y'all That's how bodies fall We don't want that at all We ain't gangstas y'all We ain't wankstas y'all That's how bodies fall We don't want that at all [Verse 5: MC A.$.$] The only thing I smoke is burgers on the grill And I can't bare when people still don't know Where the fuck you haring to It's not about the killing but I'm about to murder you I'm no gangster but if I was, I'd still never heard a you The most gangsta thing I did was not pay my parking fee and then I find out According to an accordion hip hop's not what I should be recording in If I stick my arm out my cardigan, I'll lose my arm again I already lost an arm and a leg, this is why I won't play cards again I'm out on a limb, heading to Armageddon I'm getting tired of this shit bro, I'ma sign out again [ Verse 6: RealisticLee] I don't have no tear drop tattoos under my eyes I never killed nobody, if I said I did that would be a body of lies I'm tryna look after myself, the fam and the guys Was never the most academic but I'd say I'm streetwise The only time I'd be dealing with dying is if I was a paramedic No scheme life or hood life but I break out in hip hop it's epidemic Whole team like ''We playing this rap music, it's pandemic'' I'm not walking like a blood or a crip tonight The only time I wear a doo rag on the left side is so if it's there if I decide to blow my nose with it Only way I'll be crept on is if there's a van and someone works in it Only way I'll be slept on is if there's a futon and I hit it I'm no gangsta, I'm no Al Capone I don't wanna end up dyin' at home an alc' alone