Too Late to Pray

[Chorus: Kung Fu Vampire]
You can't run, You can't hide
When the reaper got your soul on his mind
It's too late to pray, it's too late to cry
Cause yo casket got yo name on the side
Oh you gon' die!

[Verse 1: Kung Fu Vampire]
The nose of a lycan who knows when he smells it
5 am and I'm 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 I'm selfish
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 the choke hold
They thinking they tight
Lustin' for your tears the secret ingredient
I get so into it your fear is makin' me deviant
I sedate the haters, too real like Ralph Nader
Hide my face from the fakes, the Bay Areas Darth Vader

[Chorus: Kung Fu Vampire]
You can't run, You can't hide
When the reaper got your soul on his mind
It's too late to pray, it's too late to cry
Cause yo casket got yo name on the side
Oh you gon' die!

[Verse 2: Kung Fu Vampire]
It is that evil cerebral keepin' you feebles equal
I'm burnin down steeples, these people got me seeing fecal
It all comes out, when the sequel 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 don't wanna see me at your front door in a black robe
You don't wanna see me with those unpaid dues thats a fact bro
(Too late to pray!)
You ain't seen it all yet
Plain and simple
8 ball in hand in the tattooed temple
Walk in the room and your pain causes dimples
It makes me happy when these bitch mades get crippled
Wannabe pimpin' you ain't got the gaugh to go
Everybody killa, but you're stupid and slow
You shoulda chased cupids, not dragons and blow
But your maggot ass toe got tagged by
By the reaper with dro...
You look like R2D2 you Urkeley drone
In a zone with a syndrome and your circle of clones
And I'm setting up the sonar so you're never alone
I got symptoms these simps come with symphony
They sleepers
Tokin on that late night, chokin' on that creeper
Old school much like a Motorola beeper
Its never to late to pray for a blood sucker
Metropolitan Bay Area mu'fucka

[Chorus: Kung Fu Vampire]
You can't run, You can't hide
When the reaper got your soul on his mind
It's too late to pray, it's too late to cry
Cause yo casket got yo name on the side
Oh you gon' die!