Lyrics: James T Crawford
Music: James T Crawford
Yeah, okgutta
Your mans a rat, how could you live with that? (Yeah)
He name inside his sheets, identified, was wrote in black
Wonderin' to see the face of death, I never wear my mask
We hit his block like it's a sting, I do shit like the task
I send shit to the light, my whole fit black, even the gat
Took off his face, I used the scapples, left him lookin' bad
Hop out and pop the trunk, this AR get up with his ass
I leave opp niggas stomped, I dig your face into the grass (What the)
I don't beef with no pussy ass nigga, that shit is sad
Potato on the barrel, .380 will fry his ass
My gun five thousand ping, I tried to trick 'em once, he lagged
My AR sung to me like they just dropped me in Iraq
Real grim reaper, nigga, class five soul designated
What I done seen in years, they hear some shit that wasn't here (Yeah)
Evil materializes (Yeah)
Would you doubt if it's real? (Yeah)
My gun metabolizes, had a bitch chop off his ear (Yeah)
I harvested his spirit (Blatt)
He's at every appearance (Blatt)
Every performance I see his face in the crowd clearly (Yeah)
I bring death, do you feel it? (Yeah)
There's no where left to steer it (Yeah)
The devil grab the whip from me, I'm lettin' evil steal it (Yeah)
America is Godless (Bitch)
If I can't [?] (Yeah)
My heart is ****in' rotten, no soul resides in the reaper (Yeah)
I'm consistently plottin' (Yeah)
Can't wait until I see him (Yeah)
Round table with the mob, they patiently waitin' to beat him (Blatt)
I pray to the Gleezus
My gun's the black Jesus
Nigga, I'm pure evil
Oppas said they know Jesus (Blatt)
Hop out on shit like cleavage
AR-15 will leave 'em
Screamin' out blatt, I hit his neck, this shit gon' slowly bleed 'em
Came with a strap, if he throws a three I will delete 'em
Call out a text, I see him on his strap straight through the TV (Okgutta)
Come push up on me if this shit so easy
I left him brain dead, his face hangin', have 'em lookin' sleezy (Blatt)
Even my opp niggas can vouch for me (Yeah)
I will get doused a couple times, I had they gangstas runnin' (Yeah)
[?] opps then smack the crumbs off of his muffin (Yeah)
Left him shitty, pissy and bloody, I do shit disgustin'
Devil on me
All bloody, OTB 'til I die (Yeah)
Don't ever try me, I will leave you bad (Yeah)
Like I hit him with a metal bat (Blatt)
When I drop down, I leave somebody red (Yeah)
Last nigga dissed me got turn into a pack (Blatt)
Go against the mob, the best you'll get is slapped, yeah
We don't say shit on phones that could be tapped (Blatt)
I think I'm really known for splittin' hats, yeah
Put him on flames, I struck him like a match (Blatt)
Got my pistol factory, rifle got shit attached (Yeah)
The shit I do is blasphemous, I could never take it back (Yeah)
I bound your soul to Earth forever, you not comin' back (Yeah)
I harvested his spirit
He's at every appearance
Every performance I see his face in the crowd clearly
I bring death, do you feel it?
There's no where left to steer it
The devil grab the whip from me, I'm lettin' evil steer it
America is Godless
If I can't [?]
My heart is ****in' rotten, no soul resides in the reaper
I'm consistently plottin'
Can't wait until I see him
Round table with the mob, they patiently waitin' to beat him
I take souls and they follow me
This is what it means to be the reaper
Yeah, okgutta