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Equipped with an hourglass To remind us that death will come to all And wielding a scythe to harvest Unfortunate souls He reaps what has been sown Hence the name The Grim Reaper The Reaper What you gettin' when you mix sick with ether Tell me when they listen to it They can feel the devil comin' through the speaker Broke tweeters, cut the world off, no shows, no features I be can I get it I will never get up in arenas with the bleachers It's dark 12AM People come in Man, to hell with them Niggas fuck around and tear the tether Finna go to hell And finna sail with them Where we goin' it be gettin' wicked I will never wanna go and bail with them All said and done Off with the tongue They will never ever tell again Mindful of men Lie, steal, cheat Mind full of sin Askin' me when I'ma reach out No resolve Bitch, right to the end Every time I do You better stop with What you doin' , never know if I'ma go overboard Put 'em in the skillet Heat 'em up Eat 'em up Then fry them again Nitrous Beelzebub with the vice grip Shells thrown with the ice pit Up to here with the nice shit You're mine It's about time I don't wanna hear shit 'bout it's not your day 10 years straight Chewin' on that Bacon fat and pork rinds You're finished At the gates of Hell Life is diminished Face covered with the hood So you really can't see my grimace Ain't no kinda way to cheat death I be waitin' for you Whether you was On your way to become a saint Or you live your life as a menace Pure vengeance Only with us When you run up with the death sentence Go ahead and let it out I promise you ain't never gonna get repentance You can go ahead and serve 'em all day But it still be murder in the hallway I'ma go ahead and stop the pain You won't feel the thang I will end this The Reaper I clutched at my hospital blanket To cower from the intensity of The Reaper's presence But the once soft cotton (The Reaper, The Reaper) Now flowed Like translucent mist through my hands I knew in that moment That nothing could hide me From the specter's grasp (The Reaper, The Reaper) Run, run Ain't nowhere that you can go People be runnin' for so many days Turnin' to boulders to me It's your goal Livin' your life Always throwin' grenades This time to pay When you reap what you sow Ain't no sunshine I do not see the rays I am the sewers I eat with the poor Darkness (What's up, man? I meant to call Sorry 'bout that one pack I know I sent them all) Don't nobody wanna hear that spit You're the one who went and sent this shit Everybody in the hotel room Overdosed on fentanyl Stay well 3 o'clock when they fell Got a room for you in the grey hell Next to Lori Vallow Daybell Everything around is death And you played the last card in the deck [?] through your body Get it how you feelin' [?] through the run and go ahead, pray Tell Asmodeus Comin' for you Ain't no runnin' for you I be right there I ain't finna sit around in piss And listen to you like a nigga might care Now I put 'em in the mud Lookin' for a rotten body when I drug Look at all the mess I left up in a rug I can smell the blood Through the night air Vengeance Only with us When you run up with the death sentence Go ahead and let it out I promise you ain't never gonna get repentance You can go ahead and serve 'em all day But it still be murder in the hallway I'ma go ahead and stop the pain You won't feel the thang I will end this The Reaper His cloak was black Not the color black But its essence It was as though seeing a tiger After a lifetime Of looking at a child's crude drawing And thinking that that's all a tiger was Surely this I thought This is why we were taught Without words to fear death
Writer(s): Michael Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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