Grim Reaper

[Intro]

(Always wanna talk but you never want the smoke)

(If you flashin' all the guns on ya live, you a joke)

(Always wanna talk, but you never want the smoke)

(If you flashin' all the guns on ya live, you a j-)

[Chorus]

Yeah, yeah, aye

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

Busting down your door, just like the title of the last song, yuh

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

[Verse 1]

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 six-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

Yeah, I wrote this shit from the coffin

They talk about me, I'm yawning

Raising hell in Grim Peaks

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, fuck all that you claim

[Bridge]

(Get over here)

[Chorus]

Yeah, yeah, aye

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

Busting down your door just like the title of the last song, yuh

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