GR1MREAPER

Bitch I feel like death

Grim reaper walking and he matching up my steps

We gon catch a body, over petty disrespect

We ain't throwing subs, throw some hands, be direct

Bitch

Bitch I feel like death

Grim reaper walking and he matching up my steps

We gon catch a body, over petty disrespect

We ain't throwing subs, throw some hands, be direct

Muhfuckas had it coming, now Im outwardly destructive

I was tryna fix myself then I turned around said fuck it

I keep rolling with the punches, it's how I deal with the suffering

All these toxins in my body, irresponsible consumptions

(Ahhhh, ahhhh)

Go... till it all falls down... screams of terror in my head

Love the sound

Needed to saved wasn't nobody around.

Needed to be saved, fed my body to the hounds

Fuck you mess of peasants, you feathered pheasants

I best address this

We be pulling up once you text adresses, I get the message

I was left for dead, then got resurrected for extra wreckage

He thought it was sweet now his neck extended like pez dispensers

I don't recommend it, pent-up aggression is never-ending

I be friends-with-benefits fucking my head with less affection

I was sent directions and Ieft my residence dressed with weapons

Best respect the presence, I'm level-headed as leather head is

Bitch I feel like death

Grim reaper walking and he matching up my steps

We gon catch a body, over petty disrespect

We ain't throwing subs, throw some hands, be direct

Bitch