I'll let you know from the get go:
A little garlic and a cross won't stop this blood sucking-ist,
slave making-ist, hostage taking-ist, sneakiest,
continental rapist, make no mistake in this.
I'm not speaking on a fictional figment of
folklore, but more like the type to provoke war.
Spreading lies to the poor, starting plagues with a cure.
When opportunity knocks he locks doors to
ensure outlasting prescribed expiration.
The reign of the undead is self preservation.
He feeds off the lives of others,
but not with fangs in your jugular,
he uses the drugs and gun smugglers.
Leaving a trail of mindless zombies and childless mommies, protected by powerful armies,
as they guard the beast who hides by days,
in a deep dark coffin that blocks the sun rays.
(Vampire Hunter J)
I'll let you know from the get go,
a little garlic and a cross won't stop this blood sucking-ist,
slave making-ist, hostage taking-ist, sneakiest,
continental rapist.
(Vampire Hunter J)
From dusk til dawn, I take on the task
of unmasking the snake in the grass
to wake up the sleepwalkers 'til they're able to see,
and shake up the shapeshifters and the powers that be.
(Vampire Hunter J)
So here I stand with stake in hand
at the heart of the problem with the root of all evil.
Knowing the enemy will be your only protection,
the windows will expose his lack of reflection.
But you sit at home, waiting for the devil you like,
with the mystery meat to put in your last supper.
His lies hypnotize with the promise of gold.
By the time you even realize, you've lost control. Oppressed people got power but demons conceal it,
To steal it and wield it, print money to shield it.
They flip tricks, monopolies dominate politics
to blood-suck the many, but I choose to reveal it.
I'm so powerful, I let your whole world revolve around me,
and have it spinning so fast you cant feel it.
And 8 minutes later, the truth shines to build.
From sunlight, the vampires have no shield,
so they wither and die, with that stolen blood
dripping from my double-edged sword.
On my own crusade to back from the wicked
what was founded in peace,
it won't stop til the 10 percent nightmare cease.
(Vampire Hunter J)
I'll let you know from the get go,
a little garlic and a cross won't stop this blood sucking-ist,
slave making-ist, hostage taking-ist, sneakiest,
continental rapist.
(Vampire Hunter J)
From dusk til dawn, I take on the task
of unmasking the snake in the grass
to wake up the sleepwalkers 'til they're able to see,
and shake up the shapeshifters and the powers that be.
(Vampire Hunter J)
A little garlic and a cross won't stop this blood sucking-ist,
slave making-ist, hostage taking-ist, sneakiest,
continental rapist, make no mistake in this.
I'm not speaking on a fictional figment of
folklore, but more like the type to provoke war.
Spreading lies to the poor, starting plagues with a cure.
When opportunity knocks he locks doors to
ensure outlasting prescribed expiration.
The reign of the undead is self preservation.
He feeds off the lives of others,
but not with fangs in your jugular,
he uses the drugs and gun smugglers.
Leaving a trail of mindless zombies and childless mommies, protected by powerful armies,
as they guard the beast who hides by days,
in a deep dark coffin that blocks the sun rays.
(Vampire Hunter J)
I'll let you know from the get go,
a little garlic and a cross won't stop this blood sucking-ist,
slave making-ist, hostage taking-ist, sneakiest,
continental rapist.
(Vampire Hunter J)
From dusk til dawn, I take on the task
of unmasking the snake in the grass
to wake up the sleepwalkers 'til they're able to see,
and shake up the shapeshifters and the powers that be.
(Vampire Hunter J)
So here I stand with stake in hand
at the heart of the problem with the root of all evil.
Knowing the enemy will be your only protection,
the windows will expose his lack of reflection.
But you sit at home, waiting for the devil you like,
with the mystery meat to put in your last supper.
His lies hypnotize with the promise of gold.
By the time you even realize, you've lost control. Oppressed people got power but demons conceal it,
To steal it and wield it, print money to shield it.
They flip tricks, monopolies dominate politics
to blood-suck the many, but I choose to reveal it.
I'm so powerful, I let your whole world revolve around me,
and have it spinning so fast you cant feel it.
And 8 minutes later, the truth shines to build.
From sunlight, the vampires have no shield,
so they wither and die, with that stolen blood
dripping from my double-edged sword.
On my own crusade to back from the wicked
what was founded in peace,
it won't stop til the 10 percent nightmare cease.
(Vampire Hunter J)
I'll let you know from the get go,
a little garlic and a cross won't stop this blood sucking-ist,
slave making-ist, hostage taking-ist, sneakiest,
continental rapist.
(Vampire Hunter J)
From dusk til dawn, I take on the task
of unmasking the snake in the grass
to wake up the sleepwalkers 'til they're able to see,
and shake up the shapeshifters and the powers that be.
(Vampire Hunter J)