Sync Different

Verse:
Stay away from the vampires, they evil
Avoid toxic people, they’ll try to drain you,
Do anything just to eat you,
I keep the cross on me, with the garlic
To them, that’s like arsenic
They afraid of the light, only brave at night
That’s the only time they walk out,
But without, fangs they can’t bite
I de-teeth em, they get knocked out
And when I say I “raise the stakes” it’s got a few different meanings
Yall ain’t got no faith, yall cheaters
Me I stay true to my principles, like being married to the boss of a teacher
Yall some blood-sucking leeches, I make em stop short like Jeter,
They try to terrify the preacher, but where yall headed, hotter than a Carolina reaper (yeah!)


Break:
Yall some vampires, yall some vampires
I am not surprised, and this the sunrise (yeah, aye!)



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Verse:
And I care about my people, and I wanna keep it peaceful
This armor, you can’t breakthrough
Never put yourself in a position, for them to play you
Clean cut, pure intentions, but my room’s a sty
Sitting under - the moonlit sky,
I’m an opportunist, never let the music die (uh!)
Necromancer, to the sheets, I fantasize
Neck blow with the hammer, If I see the fangs arrive
Or hands on my trophy, trying to take my prize
I analyze, plans to dethrone me
Pupils slit if they phony
Pupils drip, on this journey
Hit with the gurney, chip on my shoulder, stains on my jersey
So when I see the fangs, I don’t worry

Chorus:
If you get one shot, you better make the most
I’m headed to the top, with a great approach
They call me MAD, cuz I’m dedicated (aye!)
I think they MAD, cuz I’m dedicated (aye!)
They call me MAD cuz I love it (aye!)
I get em talking, I’m the master of puppets (aye!)
The strings - the only thing that I’m cutting
When it comes to my craft, nobody can touch it!

Verse:
I’m a mad scientist, I got my eye on this
In the lab, working on my craft, There’s no denying this!
Yet I’m feeling like I’m out of gas, need to check the mileage
High motor, my focus - really imperative
I feel hopeless, but still going- oh what a nightmare it is
Through the hard times, I stick with it like how marriage should be
But they get divorced quickly, they go find something more trendy
They chase money and fame, get it but feel empty
But funny cuz I stick with it, but still I got a void in me,
Cuz I know there’s so much more, but still there’s a war in me
I’m sending the infantry, the missiles at my enemies

Chorus:
If you get one shot, you better make the most
I’m headed to the top, with a great approach
They call me MAD, cuz I’m dedicated (aye!)
I think they MAD, cuz I’m dedicated (aye!)
They call me MAD cuz I love it (aye!)
I get em talking, I’m the master of puppets (aye!)
The strings - the only thing that I’m cutting
When it comes to my craft, nobody can touch it!