I got 99 problems and blood is one

That some dark stuff
You licking the blood of his neck
Biting his wrist like that
Showing your bloody fangs to me
You don't care
You dripping all over the place
Where's your manners
They don't really exist
When you need to feed
And it's been a whole day since you last did
You don't want to make one like you
You just want to drain him 
Of all his blood
Did you consider a blood bank
That's where we all donate
Lots of blood there
Where you can cause no harm
To any living thing
So go on now
While it's closed
And get what you need 
For the night
Cause that's some dark stuff
Biting on people like that

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