This is a song about "Killing your soul"

There's a battle for control inside of your soul

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

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

I came with a fucking grim reaper to take your soul

Some trolls collect a toll- 1.e.x.i? she collects your soul

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

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

I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll

Just before they seen my money in the green

Your going against the mean killing machine

In your nightmares i am the one watching your soul being drained

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

I came with a fucking grim reaper to take your soul

Until the reaper comes for your soul

Timmy got his bike stole