[Intro: Kate Beckinsale from Underworld (2003)]
Victory, it seemed, was in our grasp, the very birthright of the vampires. Nearly six centuries had passed since that night, yet the ancient feud proved unwilling to follow Lucian to the grave. Though Lycans were fewer in number, the war itself had become more perilous, for the moon no longer held her sway. Older, more powerful Lycans, were now able to change at will. The weapons had evolved, but our orders remained the same: Hunt them down and kill them off, one by one

I'm your neighborhood vampire

[Verse 1: G-Macc]
Vampire, with the knife in the night stalkin'
I cut the juggular vein, stop talkin'
N***a I'm a marksman, take out the hostages
I'm aimin' at targets, sinkin' they hearts, and then
Slicin' apart, nine after dark
You can find me at the park dipped in water
Me and the locust was focusin' on
Strokin' they tounge
Hundred rounds will open 'em all
Killin' up your army, so
Run for the car, both of 'em saw
With the sawed off on me
Quick to let you have then I
Split you for the cabbage, I'm out
Sicker than a average about
20 guns clappin' (Hold on)
I just happen to be rappin' so
After this rap Imma go
Slashin' ya abdomen, (slashin' ya abdomen)
The lil' homies is frontlinin' the trauma you [?]
Don't invite yo mama to it
Smellin' like embalmin' fluid
Run to the back and Imma do it
With the banana clip and
I'm averagin' about 24 dead corpses
His body's cold
[Chorus: First Degree The D.E.]
Chasin' findin', feindin' on man, (I'm your neighborhood vampire)
Creepin' seepin', still feindin' on man, (I'm your neighborhood vampire)
No one, 'til the depths, we dwell on land, (I'm your neighborhood vampire)
When it's night time, when it's fright time, oh my

[Verse 2: G-Macc]
Where was I at? Oh yeah, oh yeah
His body's cold, and for the next chapter
His body's froze, and when you get snatched up, cock and reload
Hold it to his throat so, (Come in)
With the semi-auto, you get done in
Put one in 'till his entire shit expire
Who sicker than I? Give 'em about 5 of 'em vampire
He's dyin' with his hands tied up
Hog tied (tied), With the 4-5 (five)
To his nose (now), now to his coat shit
Runnin' with the whole clip and I'm gunnin'
Wet up ya whole picture
Left the scene like Pulp Ficton
Well anyway, get the gage, split ya face open, hit ya
Like an axe murderer, a cat burglar, Clap at ya back
Servin' ya with the 762's, it's personal
Leavin' 'em non-vertical, (burst) Burstin' out the cervical
The worst n***a to hit the mic since kryptonite, rip ya wife up
Walkin' to you with the knife up, (with the knife up) and then I
Then turn the lights up, with the sirens cause I ride violent
Hidin' from the time of death, twice to the side of his chest
Fightin' for his life through his vest
And then you die
[Chorus: First Degree The D.E.]
Chasin' findin', feindin' on man, (I'm your neighborhood vampire)
Creepin' seepin', still feindin' on man, (I'm your neighborhood vampire)
No one, 'til the depths, we dwell on land, (I'm your neighborhood vampire)
When it's night time, when it's fright time, oh my

Chasin' findin', feindin' on man, (I'm your neighborhood vampire)
Creepin' seepin', still feindin' on man, (I'm your neighborhood vampire)
No one, 'til the depths, we dwell on land, (I'm your neighborhood vampire)
When it's night time, when it's fright time, oh my

[Outro: First Degree The D.E.]
Seizin' on man, (I'm your neighborhood vampire)
Oh my, (oh my)
Still fiendin' on my, ([?])
Still fiendin' on my
I'm your neighborhood vampire
Still fiendin' on my
I'm your neighborhood vampire