Her name is Angel, so beautiful they named the city after her / 40 caliber stamina blasting, imagine an immaculate sabbatical supernatural master of puppets like Dracula / but you couldn’t catch this girl on camera / many different forms embodied through many lifetimes / pushing us dreams through several interwoven pipelines like mine / ‘cause I’ve been under her spell / the way she whispers on the breeze has many schemes for sale / ‘cause she could take you in a moments notice through the city nights / in blasphemous rituals and nocturnal rites under the neon lights / life in her fast lane had got things hella bright / and so bright, you couldn’t tell when she turned up the Fahrenheit / to extradite the many souls of all of her customers / actors and musicians / pimps and hustlers / prostitutes and smugglers, just as up as their number was / within her sanguinary sect, she took her payments out the jugular ‘cause /

‘Cause she’s a vampire / she’s a vampire / and ain’t no way her wicked promises’ll transpire / ‘cause she’s a vampire / she’s a vampire / and you can see the malfeasance in her eyes / ‘cause she’s a vampire / she’s a vampire / so homie, don’t believe her words, she’s a damn liar / and she’s a vampire / she’s a vampire / and you’ll either live forever or you’ll die /

Grab your crucifix, who is it moving through the mix / intuitive voodoo druidic and lucid, she woos ‘em in / and uses sins like Lutherans with the booze and the juice and gin / but switcheroo, the next you knew, she’s imbruing her soothing lips / in which perpetuates her immortality amongst her flock of lost sheep to keep us contagious like small pox / immiscible warlocks running ‘round in misdirection / she feeds on God’s children who’ll murder for her attention / in crimson redemption where unparallel uncounter-clockwise circumference routinely routes itself in clouds of carousels / and lost souls follow her path like apostles / living on a prayer, sickened and fucking hostile / treacherously, but yo she’s finer than any can be / plus she goes both ways, sexing in recitative / effortlessly, especially when she’s messing with me / so man, I better watch my step before she gets ready to feed into me /

I see you bleeding / I’ll give you what you ask of me / all that you’re dreaming at the price of your very life /

She wants to taste of your flesh / she wants to taste you to death /