Two for ten, after dark
No wonder why when times get hard
Get a little smart, want to change yo tops
You cant even handle 2 bars
The world is so typical
Souls reaped with a studded sickle
Sos, save our souls. make me boss.
Watching for hollow-tip shots
Illuminati in control vigilante on patrols philanthropists running the show ruining souls/
Tryin' to be strong and in the process, keep you goini'm bout to lose my composure, i'm gettin' close
And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes
It's the rise of the reaper, collecting lost souls,
Eating souls from fatalities granting me immortality,
Popping something thats forbidden and every single fifty
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