Gloom

Another day, another dollar, treat this shit like I'm Ru-Cola Never had to be the drummer, never had no fuckin' problems I've been doin' this since I was spittin' shit on Bursa CD's not MP3's, dial up and no PC, it's only me, I'm pouty Say you goin' harder than me, well, bitch, I doubt it I make 20 songs in a week, lil' boy, don't count it Say you goin' harder than me, well, bitch, I doubt it Say you got too lost in the sauce, you can't regret it Man, it murder, man, you better get a further plan I'm livin' in the haunted, where you livin' now? In Hollywood, I'm talkin' to the witches Now I'm callin' all you bitches Now I'm makin' better music in the town, I'm less than two down Really shouldn't walk through the woods in the nighttime Full moon and I feel it's the right time You are officially tuned in to Reaper Radio All the vibes for your dives Say you goin' harder than me, well, bitch, I doubt it I make 20 songs in a week, lil' boy, don't count it Say you goin' harder than me, well, bitch, I doubt it Say you got too lost in the sauce, you can't rewound it To the A, to the A, to the B, to the A, to the A, to the A, to the A To the B, to the A, to the A The cult of the Reaper saved me May any opposition rest in peace