Nosferatu

[Verse 1: billy woods]

Drink first, drink deeply

From sleeping to writhing beneath me

Weakening

It ain't easy

While she gone barely breathing

The money comes back greasy

Good pussy don’t come cheaply

Open her veins drink again

Bottomless

The dick is drained the bitch is trained

I get hunger pains riding around looking at things

Sliding in shadows

Put the glass slipper on a young ho

Moon eyes

Sucked the pussy dry left her more dead than alive

Don’t act surprised

Nothing lasts forever

From turned out on the dick to name on the whip to burned out on the strip

We’ll be in it together

Bloodied her lip buried the treasure

Triple X marks the spot

Forget-me-nots and black roses

Palefaced, hand on her throat, stolen moments, choking

Out of pocket get broken

Black moon

I gotchu open

Riding and smoking spit game wide as the ocean

Hypnotized minds, mindless devotion

Watch you put on lotion while I light the drugs

Flesh by the pound but not a single drop of blood

[Chorus: billy woods & E L U C I D]

Slept all day heavy curtains drawn

Her head on my chest heart in the palm

I could make a fist but the night is long

Slept all day heavy curtains drawn

Her head on my chest heart in the palm

I could make a fist but the night is long

[Verse 2: E L U C I D]

The dick dont come cheap

Your soul to keep, touch, tease

Crown of her head

Sole of her feet

No other but me

Feed it deep

Pussy seize throb and cream

Invest in my dream

Hallucination machine

Pyramid schemes

For whosoever believe

Ask and ye shall receive

Slip on outta them jeans

Ass gleaming

Lebanese cedar sheen

She's a keeper, Portishead out the speaker

Earthly pleasure strung out begging for extra

Free to drain

Ain't nothing here in my name

Start to pester?

Second thoughts

On to the next one

She bluffing dropping bread crumbs back to the rest, son

Lost one

Forked tongue in both holes

Heart froze

Toxic lows

Somehow keep coming back for more, sadistic

Casualties and statistic

Eating cold eels thinking distant thoughts

Absurd

Jack Johnson minus purse and furs

She’s hooked

He’s got much nerve

Hardly invested standing on the verge of leech and lover

Stubborn

Keep her white-knuckled in our throes of pleasure

Whatever

Can't purge the kid

Your curse is his

[Chorus: E L U C I D]

Slept all day heavy curtains drawn

Her head on my chest heart in the palm

I could make a fist but the night is long

Slept all day heavy curtains drawn

Her head on my chest heart in the palm

I could make a fist but the night is long

Slept all day heavy curtains drawn

Her head on my chest heart in the palm

I could make a fist but the night is long