This is a song about "Hand washing"

I'm the reaper cuz have the sithe in my hand

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Washing these holy lands in their heathen blood,

He's acting like he knows poverty with that cake in his hand

This excrement means excellent rap, i make a lesser adapt

You gotta breathe and be at ease

Hand over the knife please

I'll get to em when i land

I got the mic up in my hand,

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Hand and hand they fade away to another land

I do the right thing

Sniffing his dirty washing!