🎵 Wino Dealing With Dracula // by Richard Pryor

3 ContributorsWino Dealing With Dracula Lyrics Winos deal with it, though, right? Winos never get afraid of nothin' but runnin' out of wine That's the only thing that panic a wino Wino could deal with Dracula, right, anybody "Ay man, say, nigga, you with the cape What you doin' peekin' in them people's window? What's yo' name, boy? Dracula? What kind of name is that for a nigga? Where you from, fool? Transylvania? I know where it is, nigga You ain't the smartest muthafucka in the world, you know Even though you is the ugliest—oh yeah, you a ugly muthafucka! Why don't you get yo' teeth fixed, nigga Got that shit hangin' all out yo' mouth! Why don't you go get you an orthodontist That's a dentist, you know, haha This 1975, boy, get yo' shit together What's wrong wit' yo' natural? Got that dirt all on the back of your neck You's a filthy little muthafucka, too! You got to be home 'fore the sun come up, you ain't lyin', muthafucka! See yo' ass in the day, you liable to get arrested You wanna suck what?! Suck some blood—nigga, is you cr—?! You some kinda freak, boy? A ugly freak? You ain't suckin' nothin' here, junior! Suck yo' ass on away from here is what you better do! Wanna suck some blood, go down to the blood bank, nigga! Hope you get sickle cell!"