Vampires by Verbal McMahon Lyrics

[Verse]
I'm from the land where they scam & pop toasters
Where the sons turn to guns when they pops ghost em
Where them white girls play The Ave to cop some yola
Native New Yorker, can't even smell the rotten odor
Ain't it funny, called your bunny & she hopped over
Healthy lil honey help me burn the choppa slower
Now she keep returning & it's not for closure
I done turned her to a real ill top thrower
Buncha suckas, yuppie fuckers, it ain't "pop", it's soda
Zook a mad scientist, Verb a rock & rolla
Chop the flow up nigga, time to show up, watch the glow up
Dropping jaws of old folk who say they watched me grow up
All these posers unoriginal, not the Lowa
Copy, over, we keep it proper, top of totem
Verb sick, I ain't following the doctor's orders
Shapeshift, in a trance dance on top of water

[Hook]
Save your preaching for the choir, I don't take advice
I'm breaking night with the vampires, taking flight
Take your wife, feed me grapes, make me rice
Pay attention or you pay the price, day or night
Play it right, take a chance, shake the dice
Some niggas fake they death, some niggas fake they life
Save your preaching for the choir, I don't take advice
I'm breaking night with the vampires, taking flight
Take your wife, feed me grapes, make me rice
Pay attention or you pay the price, day or night
Play it right, take a chance, shake the dice
Some niggas fake they death, some niggas fake they life