With my teeth I bite and my canines I quick stab you
Cavities in my molars and powerd by solar light beams that hit are few
I hang my head back demonized with teeth powering thru
Vampire on the block with thoughts of evil dracula
Ill drain the blood and scrap the rest w/ rubber spatula
Your dead your gone and time continues on for the immortal one
I fed im thru wit thougts of you and ill kill your Amityvill family to

Weapon: Possesion

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Let God speak for the underground Psalm 49 16-17
16 Do not be overawed when a man grows rich when the splendor of his house increases
17 For he will take no thing with him when he dies, his splendor will not descend with him
18Though while he lived he counted himself blessed - and men praise you when you prosper-
19 He will join the generation of his fathers, who will never see the light of life

20 A man who has riches without understanding is like the beasts that perish