Count Brackula lyrics

[Verse 1: Twisted Insane]
People lookin' at me like I am Lucifer
Starin' at me funny when I pull up in the driveway with
Chainsaws in the backseat with the meat still on
Trunk filled up with the big loads and them know that I am sick
Cover it up and I tell 'em all it was some movie sh*t
Tell 'em it was only fireworks when fire squirt from the Uzi spit
Diarrhea from the mouth, now I'm finna drown 'em all in dookie sh*t
Pull up on 'em any day, anywhere, I don't really care who he with
They don't really wanna get it with the Brainsick
From the 619 all the way to worldwide with this gang sh*t
Televised for your enjoyment, it's pointless, ain't it?
Everybody feelin' Brainsick and he will go apesh*t
Pull up on 'em with the Schwarzenegger like I'm ?ornament?
There was 40 bottle in the brain, insane with the gun in hand
f*ck around and make a Thanksgiving when I eat 'em all up like a honey ham
God damn, ?made around and? scram, I got biscuits and honey jam
'97 with a MAC-11 and a ragtop
Comin' from the dirt, put in work with the low lifes and the have nots
Find me in the dark, no love, with a bolt nut and a padlock
Better think about what you can say before you f*ck around and get your ?med? shot
Count Brackula

[Bridge: Twisted Insane]
And I keep tellin' these n*ggas
But I don't [?] sick
n*ggas want funk
But they don't wanna bust triggers
I be outside my whip
Tell 'em all jump
Breath still smellin' like liquor
15 pound in my sh*t
Biddy-bum-bump
Rappers will claim they all ill
But they ain't sick like this
Brackula
[Chorus: Dayo G]
Used to have a holy blood in my veins
Now it's spoiled all around
Used to have a soul till it went low
Up when the sun go down
(Brackula)
Count Brackula, Count Brackula
Count Brackula, Count Brackula
Count Brackula, Count Brackula
Count Brackula, Count Brackula

[Verse 2: Twisted Insane]
In the dark with the Green Crack and the bong still lit
Smokin' weed up with the devil, runnin' with the metal, I be in a strong lil' whip
Pull up by a n*gga self, I don't need no help when they end up all lil' b*tch
I don't even wanna hear it, keep it with the evil spirits, they saw that sh*t
Sorry, had to be the one to tell 'em you ain't all that sick
b*tch ain't really with it, you don't wanna see me in the kitchen with an all black fit
n*ggas get to runnin' when I pull up on 'em with the Tommy and they all backflip
(-Who the f*ck you thought you was, Leatherface, Pinhead?) -Blood, all that sh*t
Mask on every single day like I'm Leatherface
Give a n*gga six feet 'fore you get the big heat, not a can of Mace
n*gga be up out the start, don't nobody pitch out, so you better race
Put 'em in the trunk, n*gga, don't nobody wanna thump, I got better pace
All the sudden everybody wanna hear the dark side
I think it's hella funny, 'specially when n*ggas b*tch out on the car ride
Hit the far side, you think you tough, I leave you burn up into small fry
I'm already dead, put one in my head, go 'head, we can all die
Brackula
[Bridge: Twisted Insane]
And I keep tellin' these n*ggas
But I don't [?] sick
n*ggas want funk
But they don't wanna bust triggers
I be outside my whip
Tell 'em all jump
Breath still smellin' like liquor
15 pound in my sh*t
Biddy-bum-bump
Rappers will claim they all ill
But they ain't sick like this
Brackula

[Chorus: Dayo G]
Used to have a holy blood in my veins
Now it's spoiled all around
Used to have a soul till it went low
Up when the sun go down
(Brackula)
Count Brackula, Count Brackula
Count Brackula, Count Brackula
Count Brackula, Count Brackula
Count Brackula, Count Brackula