Addict (Inspired by "Hellsing Ultimate")

(Ayy) yeah, load another clip
We are not the same, you can never tell me shit
Bitch, I had it (had it), turn me to a devil if you try to get dramatic ('matic)
When it comes to blood, bitch, you know that I'm a- (ayy) (whoa)

Give the wrist a flick
Speaking on my name's, something I do not permit
Bitch, I had it (had it), turn me to a devil if you try to get dramatic ('matic)
When it comes to blood, bitch, you know that I'm a- (yeah)

Addict, addict, you don't want the static
Heart is in the grave while my mind is in the attic
She's the baddest, turn that bitch eternal
We don't fuck with diplomatics
Pop the hammer out, and watch their heads do acrobatics

Yeah, ayy, when you feel the devil, know is me, ayy
Coffin in the wraith, but bitch, I never go to sleep, uh
Better cross your heart, and pray to God that I won't see, uh
I'm the type to make the reaper shy when I go reap

Worst than murder on my mind, I stay busy making hell sing
Every time I come into your city
If you'd separated me from all your nightmares, you'd be gone
So I'll let the .45 decide if we can get along, lil' bitch

(Ayy) yeah, load another clip
We are not the same, you can never tell me shit
Bitch, I had it (had it), turn me to a devil if you try to get dramatic ('matic)
When it comes to blood, bitch, you know that I'm a- (ayy) (whoa)

Give the wrist a flick
Speaking on my name's, something I do not permit
Bitch, I had it (had it), turn me to a devil if you try to get dramatic ('matic)
When it comes to blood, bitch, you know that I'm a-

Not a thirst, it's a right to search for blood to survive
So girl, you know that I'm not flirting when I'm asking your type
This ain't a curse or a blight, this is rebirth through the night
Just let these fangs get a bite, and we'll be nocturnal for life

You and me, we can take over this awful scene
I ain't take your life, I gave you more than mediocrity
This offering is one you can't refuse, I smell you draining in stress
You can reign by my side, or die in pain with the rest

Oh, what a mess I made, another slain, another stain
If I decide to pick your brain, I might just blow your mind away
I'm tryna say the .9 and K are forks, and knives in my buffet
And I'm not picky anyway, so tell me what your type is, babe

(Ayy) yeah, load another clip
We are not the same, you can never tell me shit
Bitch, I had it (had it), turn me to a devil if you try to get dramatic ('matic)
When it comes to blood, bitch, you know that I'm a- (ayy) (whoa)

Give the wrist a flick
Speaking on my name's, something I do not permit
Bitch, I had it (had it), turn me to a devil if you try to get dramatic ('matic)
When it comes to blood, bitch, you know that I'm an addict