Twisted Insane, Dayo G - Count Brackula lyrics

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



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

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

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

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

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