A Vampire's Delight (feat. Frankenstein's Monster & Casper the Friendly Ghost) by The Sundial Podcast 3.0

Lyrics: [Verse 1: Dracula] I'm a vampire, welcome to my castle Make you a Bloody Mary, girl, it's no hassle You drink, I drink, it's all good That's how we do it in my hood Your neck is next in my queue Netflix and chill while I bite you Suck

Vampire’s Delight (feat. Frankenstein’s Monster & Casper the Friendly Ghost)

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Lyrics:

[Verse 1: Dracula]
I’m a vampire, welcome to my castle
Make you a Bloody Mary, girl, it’s no hassle
You drink, I drink, it’s all good
That’s how we do it in my hood

Your neck is next in my queue
Netflix and chill while I bite you
Suck your blood while you’re brain dead with Twin Peaks
Twin fangs pierce skin, bleed out, you can’t speak

Your corpse I toss in the old creek
Fly off in the night, that’s a wrap,
that’s mystique

No mistakes, no regrets, no trips to the vet
For dying dogs, dirty hogs, fat cows, little lambs,
or shit from a catalog in backlog

All kill is fresh like I’m Whole Foods
Bodies stacking up, witch hunt, I’m accused
Looking good in the warrant that the court issued
Dancin to my jam, a Rachmaninov prelude,
Angry mob standing ’round like what the fuck happened
I disappeared while y’all listen to my rappin’
The shows over, motherfuckers, start clapping
Well start clapping

[Hook: Dracula]
I’m a vampire
I’m a vampire
I’m a vampy, vampy, vampy, vampy vampire
Body’s so hot, I’m stacked like a pyre
Go ahead Frankenstein’s monster, spit some fire

[Chorus: Frankenstein’s Moster]
Fire bad … ?
Ahhhh ahhh bum a num????
(Unintelligible mumbling)

[Verse 2: Casper the Friendly Ghost]
My name is Casper, and I’m a bastard
Dad as reliable as a weather-caster
Disappeared like, poof, a spell caster
But that’s alright, yo, because I’m dead now
And now I’m decked in shades of alabaster
When I step on the deck of the ship
Pirates jump off the bow
Yet people think I’m friendly somehow
So I’m chilling, killing all the children, while people smile in my face,
and think I’m not a villain

Man, I be feelin’, nostalgic for my salad days of Illin
If only they’d a tossed my salad with a little bit of penicillin
Got pneumonia while I was sledding
Downhills where I thought that I was heading
I was right in a way, died the next day
Now I’m heating up the world with mad desire, spitting fire

[Chorus: Frankenstein’s Moster]
Fire bad … ?
Amn hum a bum bum ????
(Unintelligible mumbling)

Elijah Saiger & RG Barton, Senior Staff Members