This is a song about "Killing your soul"

Molested at eleven and she always reminiscing

Your such a prick your family tree needs killing,

Your soul has already been sold.

Where i from, it get cold

Now that's what you call a game

I see your soul threw the window pain

Until the reaper comes for your soul

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

Ever been so scared to lose somebody that it burns your soul?

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

I came with a fucking grim reaper to take your soul

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

Voice ain't nothing if your soul ain't equipped

We bring on horror like tales from the crypt

It'll eat you alive right after taking your own soul

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll