Neighborhood - Kung Fu Vampire, DJ Clay

Rise from the ashes, out the haberdashery no 20 lashes, no need for a castle,

I’m all action, hey little ninja I heard that you was flashing, who’s asking,

I can’t get no satisfaction, in my mind I’m living up in a mansion,

highly irrational sensationalism botanicalism sacrifice my life in ya face,

with a pigeon, bad decision, precision, my point of entry through exorcism,

molested a eskimo, tested my naked body, end of my sentiments, send 'em back

to the new millennium in the beginning of minimum wage, my fornicatin' is

complicated I’m turning the page

Caught in the middle of hell, and these Christians bought in to sell my optic

vision, holy sacrilege, sacramental cannibal laughing with Brotha Lynch,

I’m happy to cuddle up with ya shriveled up corpse bitch

When I’m ya neighborhood, ya better duck

W-W-When I’m ya neighborhood, ya better duck (x2)

Kung Fu Vampire is crazy

(Ladies and gentlemen, the Kung Fu Vampire)

I’m the hardest pro-black nigga rapper since 2Pac, the reincarnation of Vincent

Price with the duwop, a true plot to kill every person I see in two blocks,

a flu shot, can’t stop the infection of Vamp I’m too hot, got 3 Camel packs,

but he gon need more, a little fire hydrant, mad child to hydrate ya core, or,

you can ignore everything I’m doing while smashing ya whore, smearing ya

lipstick the shitkickin misfit, XO, petty with mesco, play with the breatho,

my manifesto, a klepto, maniac man-eater, a plant-beater, a stampeder stomping

out on ya neck in a sedative repetitive notion, in a ocean of electric snakes,

spread the legs open like a baddie in Section 8, patty cake, patty cake,

cocaine nostril, another night at the opera you can’t escape

When I’m ya neighborhood, ya better duck

W-W-When I’m ya neighborhood, ya better duck (x2)

Kung Fu Vampire is crazy

(Ladies and gentlemen, the Kung Fu Vampire)