Count Brackula - Intellectual

[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 shit

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 shit

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 shit

Televised for your enjoyment, it's pointless, ain't it?

Everybody feelin' Brainsick and he will go apeshit

Pull up on 'em with the Schwarzenegger like I'm ?ornament?

There was 40 bottle in the brain, insane with the gun in hand

Fuck 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 fuck around and get your ?med? shot

Count Brackula

[Bridge: Twisted Insane]

And I keep tellin' these niggas

But I don't [?] sick

Niggas 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 shit

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

[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 nigga self, I don't need no help when they end up all lil' bitch

I don't even wanna hear it, keep it with the evil spirits, they saw that shit

Sorry, had to be the one to tell 'em you ain't all that sick

Bitch ain't really with it, you don't wanna see me in the kitchen with an all black fit

Niggas get to runnin' when I pull up on 'em with the Tommy and they all backflip

(-Who the fuck you thought you was, Leatherface, Pinhead?) -Blood, all that shit

Mask on every single day like I'm Leatherface

Give a nigga six feet 'fore you get the big heat, not a can of Mace

Nigga be up out the start, don't nobody pitch out, so you better race

Put 'em in the trunk, nigga, 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 niggas bitch 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 niggas

But I don't [?] sick

Niggas 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 shit

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