[Intro: Kate Beckinsale from Underworld (2003)]
Victory, it seemed, was in our grasp, the very birthright of the vampires. Nearly six centuries had passed since that night, yet the ancient feud proved unwilling to follow Lucian to the grave. Though Lycans were fewer in number, the war itself had become more perilous, for the moon no longer held her sway. Older, more powerful Lycans, were now able to change at will. The weapons had evolved, but our orders remained the same: Hunt them down and kill them off, one by one
I'm your neighborhood vampire
[Verse 1: G-Macc]
Vampire, with the knife in the night stalkin'
I cut the juggular vein, stop talkin'
Nigga I'm a marksman, take out the hostages
I'm aimin' at targets, sinkin' they hearts, and then
Slicin' apart, nine after dark
You can find me at the park dipped in water
Me and the locust was focusin' on
Strokin' they tounge
Hundred rounds will open 'em all
Killin' up your army, so
Run for the car, both of 'em saw
With the sawed off on me
Quick to let you have then I
Split you for the cabbage, I'm out
Sicker than a average about
20 guns clappin' (Hold on)
I just happen to be rappin' so
After this rap Imma go
Slashin' ya abdomen, (slashin' ya abdomen)
The lil' homies is frontlinin' the trauma you [?]
Don't invite yo mama to it
Smellin' like embalmin' fluid
Run to the back and Imma do it
With the banana clip and
I'm averagin' about 24 dead corpses
His body's cold
Victory, it seemed, was in our grasp, the very birthright of the vampires. Nearly six centuries had passed since that night, yet the ancient feud proved unwilling to follow Lucian to the grave. Though Lycans were fewer in number, the war itself had become more perilous, for the moon no longer held her sway. Older, more powerful Lycans, were now able to change at will. The weapons had evolved, but our orders remained the same: Hunt them down and kill them off, one by one
I'm your neighborhood vampire
[Verse 1: G-Macc]
Vampire, with the knife in the night stalkin'
I cut the juggular vein, stop talkin'
Nigga I'm a marksman, take out the hostages
I'm aimin' at targets, sinkin' they hearts, and then
Slicin' apart, nine after dark
You can find me at the park dipped in water
Me and the locust was focusin' on
Strokin' they tounge
Hundred rounds will open 'em all
Killin' up your army, so
Run for the car, both of 'em saw
With the sawed off on me
Quick to let you have then I
Split you for the cabbage, I'm out
Sicker than a average about
20 guns clappin' (Hold on)
I just happen to be rappin' so
After this rap Imma go
Slashin' ya abdomen, (slashin' ya abdomen)
The lil' homies is frontlinin' the trauma you [?]
Don't invite yo mama to it
Smellin' like embalmin' fluid
Run to the back and Imma do it
With the banana clip and
I'm averagin' about 24 dead corpses
His body's cold
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