To Late to Pray - Kung Fu Vampire

You can’t run, You can’t hide

When the reapers got your soul on his mind

It’s too late to pray, it’s too late to cry

Cuz your caskets got your name on the side

Oh you goan die!

The nose of a lycan who nose when he smells it

5 am and im just hittin' velvet

Linin in my casket the tale that tells it

Zombie Killa, wicked down to the pelvis

Re-animated round the death of elvis

Examinated and found out that im selvish

Shelve this you won’t even see these hellons

Stuck on earth amongst tweaks and felons

I hunger for your flesh, not leavin a love bite

Thirsty for familiars your my favorite blood type

Nectar of a punk my puncture is always right

Got these chumps in a choke hold

They thinking they tight

Lustin 4 your tear the secret ingredient

I get so into it your fear is makin' me deviant

Sedate the haters, too real like ralph nader

Hide my face from the fakes bay areas darth vader

Bridge

It is that evil cerebral keepin you feebles equal

Im burnin down steeples, these people got me seein fecal

It all comes out, when the sequal of defeat

Beneath you retreats you and you feel like a mirror in the prequel

Of the reaper that skeets you

Jigsaw puzzled and more than happy to meet you

You dont wanna see me at your front door in black robe

You dont wanna see me with those unpaid dues thats a fact bro