This is a song about "Scythe"

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

I got my scythe sharpened now, soon you will be asking how,

By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said

My scythe don blessed ya made a mess, much to your dread

I don't fiend for beef: i eat bitches

Or would you refuse a scythe

Graves teh rippers raised scythe sharp like michael myers

Or at least inquire similar desires

A scythe in my left hand and a sickle in the right

Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight