Return of the reaper

And yes I am your keeper

I’m put you in a sleeper

Send you to the cleaners

You ain’t ever been a keeper

I don’t really believe ya

I seen your intentions

And they couldn’t be weaker

See you’re just an insult

I don’t rate your opinions

And there’s no place for your weakness

When in my dominion

See I’m the king of this castle

You’re a pawn in the program

See you could never match up,

I will never back off,

I’m about to throw down, lord

I got the guillotine raised, blade sharpened to the atom

Your neck’s up on the line I’m ‘bout to set it, watch you fuckin’ suffer, gavel’s ‘bout to drop, Hell awaits your feeble presence, prosecution, judge and jury, V’s the fuckin’ executioner.

I strategize: oversimplify, you get ostracised

I synthesise, every single piece them man are overhyped,

Overcooked, over crystallised, over easy fried

I manufacture greazy types with couple seedy eyes

The situation is peak, your soul is now in my domain

Just one in a billion, struggling minions tryna get into the frame.

I’m setting my aim, setting my sites ya fixin ya bury the shame

You’re at the beginning again, your sitting there beggin’ but guess who’s bringing the pain.

I got the guillotine raised, blade sharpened to the atom

Your neck’s up on the line I’m ‘bout to set it, watch you fuckin’ suffer, the gavel’s ‘bout to drop

Hell awaits your feeble presence prosecution, judge n jury, V’s the fuckin’ executioner.