I’m the last of a dying breed 
I’m about to sink my fangs in a rap game
Dracula, drag the rappers off the booth ragged as fuck
They are gone, acting up the speed, co-hate and rate this shit with a jack of honor
Come alive in a booth in times I’m Dracula
They say the rap game like the crack game, imagine that 

I’m gonna come up like I’m holding my dick to the ceiling
Jacking off, don’t get along with rappers, am I wrong?
I don’t wanna do a feature or hop on your song 
I’ll probably spit in your face and tell you go fuck off 
I’m ticked off, my dick’s off, can’t get this shit hard
Is this the part where I go mayhem on Rick Ross?
I’ve done it before so why wouldn’t I do it now?
And the fact that I ain’t on I probably could do it more
I don’t even need a push, ton of fluid, y’all fluid
Don’t force a label or my signature, I’ll forget it
Fuck it, I forfeit, I’m foolish, I forget 
The rap for the money, make it on the Forbes list
I rap for the art but forward ain’t all it’s cracked up to be
These crackers just crack me up, Jimmy crack called Big Crack
Killed Jimmy if not, ‘fore Illuminati reach me I hope I reach the top
Heard they got big, got mic, got pot loads, pun lords, elbows
Pick, where’s the lock lost? 

I’m the last of a dying breed 
I’m about to sink my fangs in a rap game
Dracula, drag the rappers off the booth ragged as fuck
They are gone, acting up the speed, co-hate and rate this shit with a jack of honor
Come alive in a booth in times I’m Dracula
They say the rap game like the crack game, imagine that 

I know I’m alive in a booth in times I’m Dracula  
They say the rap game like the crack game, imagine that 

I’m just speaking and preaching a good word
They got it backwards, I’m no backpacker
Talk about God, you’re labeled a Christian rapper
Guess I got a curse, while out we get ratchet
Start packing this sweet gear to crackers because I’m black, man
And I’m labeled as a thug, so what, I’m two packing
Name another rapper who spit with this passion
He just has been, past tense, pass him to pack a new port
It is hard to act passive, like a man manage, track this out of a Catholic
When we spaz out we spazing to get you left there
I’m in the same boat as Cat Williams and cash stash
All they do is test op, praying to the rap God 
Like please sent Machiavelli back, bed talk
Blasphemy had to use your name just to spread luck
Probably why when I make I’m not gonna have no allies
Just a bunch of enemies, say hello to the bad guy
Scarface, see why, two mack, speed dives
Never catch me slacking, all I rock is Levis
All I need is one mic I’m sensei like not
Rappers so minor like the forty niners  
Please don’t gas me, I’m no cipher, boy got balls like he from Rikers
He just won’t change, no, not diapers 

I’m the last of a dying breed 
I’m about to sink my fangs in a rap game
Dracula, drag the rappers off the booth ragged as fuck
They are gone, acting up the speed, co-hate and rate this shit with a jack of honor
Come alive in a booth in times I’m Dracula
They say the rap game like the crack game, imagine that 

I know I’m alive in a booth in times I’m Dracula  
They say the rap game like the crack game, imagine that