Lyrics Bloodsucker (Alucard Rap) - Carter Sauce

Right off the bat
It's the Vampire
Double strapped
Pull up with the hat
Got the whole damn attire
Looking like a snack
Bust a cap
And then that man Expired
You can spring a trap
But "I always come back"
And that's what you lack
And you never can acquire
Caught dead in the act, better call a mortician
Drop a f in the chat but not a single eff be given
Like my own name - always be the one to flip it, done
I be so vein - when its the same thing that I'm sippin' from
You're the one I'll be leaving holy if you cross me
Opps be looking like they smoked - no broccoli
Probably looking like they'll choke - no sloppy
Can't get out a word before "brratt! brratt!" - done bodied
I be heartless and I got no stakes - so its all for naught, see?
Leave a carcass, let the nine - annihilate a nazi
Stop me? Bringing Flair, you know I'll get to chopping
Scared cuz I'm at Level Zero but still at the top, g!
You're in Jeopardy the way you getting played bro
Model after my energy, funny I don't Play-Doh
Ketchup when I empty a clip - farming tomatoes
Dip and I'm ghost like the drip - Carmen Sandiego

Didn't catch an invite, but I thought I'd let myself in
Come out of your shell, shocked while I'm dropping shells - been
Doing this a lot, goddammit I be hellbent
On just copping all the souls I can before they can spell sin
Homie really thinking I won't step in the sunlight
The only problem is now you be getting sonned - right
I don't even gotta use the blicky in a gunfight
At the end of the night -all I need is just one bite
Catch a blade in your chest like you ain't even half of me
Then I go snipe all the rest, 'n hang 'em up like a tapestry
I be #Blessed but I hate this immortality
Be my guest to conform to my form of formality
I be mad for real, and it might get worse when I'm hungry
If you're in my view then I'm coming for your head next
Leave a battlefield looking like church in the country
Just pew pew pew - covered with red necks
Act up I'mma have to let the jackal do the talking
They be yapping, I be blasting in the chapel way to often
Facing me to throw some hands? I guess its time to get to clocking
Alexander Anderson? Cera's more of daunting Scott-man
Pentagram on the back of my hand
Summon a bitch slap, let out the Baskerville
No witchcraft, it just be a master's will
Get clapped, then I ghost like Casper still
Kick back, and just watch the disaster spill