Reaper 187

(Is that the Grim Reaper?!) Bitch I came up from the grave, I'm the Grim Reaper, soul eater Don't mind catching bodies, better get right with the procedure Running up every bag and I'm doing it with the mask on Bustin' down your door, just like the title of the last song 187 with a scythe, I'm out here slashing everyone All this evil on my mind, I think it's time to spill some blood Homicidal when I write up, all these pussies flashing guns Got the Devil by my side, you know I'll- Take you to the grave Run it right back, when I roll like that, I'm slashing Put 'em in a bag every time I tap in You don't really wanna get a grave Get a tombstone 6 feet deep, no name I'm summoning demons, I sharpened my blade And my scythe is about to deliver the pain And I run with the Devil, he told me to kill it I carry myself like a born again villain I'm killin' 'em all, leave 'em dead with no witness I gather my weapons, start sinnin' They callin' me lame but I'm winnin' I'm true to myself, you invented So suck my dick if you wanna talk shit Doing everything I want if you don't like it, slit your wrist I wrote this shit from the coffin They talk about me, I'm yawning Raising hell in the cabin I'm right there right where you spawn in Curb stomping everybody in my path Connect your neck right to the blade Killing every vampire dancing in the blood rave Yeah I got that .45, drop the hammer, let it bang No one's fucking with my squad, yeah, so f*ck all that you claim Bitch I came up from the grave, I'm the Grim Reaper, soul eater Don't mind catching bodies, better get right with the procedure Running up every bag and I'm doing it with the mask on Bustin' down your door, just like the title of the last song 187 with a scythe, I'm out here slashing everyone All this evil on my mind, I think it's time to spill some blood Homicidal when I write up, all these pussies flashing guns Got the Devil by my side, you know I'll- Take you to the grave