I WANT ta be a saint. I wanna save souls by tha millions. I wanna do phat far n’ wide. I want to fight evil! I want mah game-sized statue up in every last muthafuckin church. I’m rappin’ six feet tall, blond hair, blue eyes-.
Wait a second.
Do you know whoz ass I am?
I’m thankin maybe you’re a freshly smoked up reader n’ you’ve never heard of mah dirty ass.
Well, if that’s tha case, allow me ta introduce mah dirty ass, which I straight-up crave bustin all up in tha beginnin of every one of mah books.
I’m tha Vampire Lestat, da most thugged-out potent n’ lovable vampire eva pimped, a supernatural knockout, two hundred muthafuckin years oldschool but fixed forever up in tha form of a twenty-year-old thug wit features n’ figure you’d take a thugged-out dirtnap for-and just might. I’m endlessly resourceful, n’ undeniably charming. Dirtnap, disease, time,
gravity, they mean not a god damn thang ta mah dirty ass.
Only two thangs is mah enemy: daylight, cuz it rendaz me straight-up gameless n’ vulnerable ta the burnin rayz of tha sun, n’ conscience. In other lyrics, I’m a cold-ass lil condemned inhabitant of eternal night and an eternally tormented blood seeker.
Don’t dat make me sound irresistible?