Dracula (Flow) Daily

I'm Dracula. I'm twelve million years old.

Smoking a seven gram backwood of shadow-whisperer, shit had me fucked up looking up pictures of dogs with human eyes.

Smoking a real nuclear shit submarine. I got this shit figured out.

Shit, I'm so excited to take lives, I'm literally covered in caca le shitty boy michi! I can't even take care of myself when I think about this shit.

I'm pissing and drooling all over myself. Howling, and itching to take lives.

I don't even need to brandish the nine.

The worms in my head won't shut the Hell up, they're telling me to go absolutely fucking stupid on them.

I'm smoking on pussy slaw.

The bugs are back.

There are bugs under my skin. I need to dig them out with a screwdriver.

The ZaZa got me connecting the dots.

A big, Meaty piece of shit.

I ain't even gonna hide it no more; this blunt feels like a solid, fibrous piece of shit straight up.

This blunt has a family somewhere worried as Hell.