No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose
They call me grim reaper, i'm the snatcher of souls,
For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes
It's the rise of the reaper, collecting lost souls,
The mainstream is selling out, giving their bodies and souls,
Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes
Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit
The souls i uplifted,
Laying live souls on your damn death bed,
Cutting me this worthless check
Eating souls from fatalities granting me immortality,
Droppin jackets on the stripper and every single is fifty
Tryin' to be strong and in the process, keep you goini'm bout to lose my composure, i'm gettin' close
Illuminati in control vigilante on patrols philanthropists running the show ruining souls/
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