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