Crack Dracula

Crawl out the coffin when the streetlights hum,

1980s night shift, that undead scum.

Dracula stompin’ through the smog like a plague,

Red eyes glowing in the alley where the damned get made.

I don’t sell crack — I crack your spirit,

One whisper in your ear and your heartbeat fear it.

My product ain’t powder, it’s crimson addiction,

A curse in a vial with a hunger inscription.

Shadow on the corner with the hood pulled low,

No pulse, no soul, but I still run the show.

Every fiend in the city got a taste for the bite,

They line up trembling just to bargain with night.

I’m the dealer of dread, got the blood in the bag,

Addiction so heavy it’ll make your bones drag.

Welcome to the kingdom where the wicked all flock,

I’m Dracula — pushing nightmares on the block.

Pentagram smoke in the wind when I slide,

Whispers in the gutter where the lost souls hide.

I traffic in terror — that supernatural dope,

One hit of my shadow and you’re losing all hope.

My runners? Bats. My stash? In graves.

My lab? Old catacombs full of unmarked slaves.

I mix that venom, undead chemist supreme,

A drip of my serum births a whole new scream.

No sunlight hustle, I move when it’s black,

Heartbeat monitor flat — I ain’t never look back.

Every cop on the beat feels chills in their spine,

’Cause the Count moves quick between worlds that align.

I’m the dealer of dread, got the blood in the bag,

Addiction so heavy it’ll make your bones drag.

Welcome to the kingdom where the wicked all flock,

I’m Dracula — pushing nightmares on the block.

Step to me wrong and your soul gets taxed,

I don’t need triggers — my fangs stay maxed.

One bite, you’re hooked, no rehab for the curse,

Every relapse hits like a ride in a hearse.

The city keeps calling for a taste of the night,

And I keep supplying that infernal bite.

Power in the veins of every victim I tag,

Till the whole damn block rocks the Count’s red flag.

So when you feel that chill and the street goes still,

When the moon turns red and the shadows spill…

Just know who runs the dark side stock:

Dracula — the dealer that owns the block.