Yeah, yeah, ay

Bitch I came up from the grave, I'm the grim reaper, soul eater
Don't mind catching bodies, better get right with the procedure
Running up every bag and I'm doing it with the mask on
Busting down your door just like the title of the last song, yeah

187 with a scythe, I'm out here slashing everyone
All this evil on my mind, I think it's time to spill some blood
Homicidal when I write up, all these pussies flashing guns
Got the devil by my side, you know I'll take you to the grave

And I run like that, and I run like that
I'm slashing, put 'em in a bag every time I tap in
You don't really wanna get a grave
Get a tombstone 6 feet deep no name

I'm summoning demons and sharpening my blade
And my scythe is about to deliver the pain
And I run with the devil, he told me to kill it
I carry myself like a born again villain

I'm killin' 'em all, leave 'em dead with no witness
I gather my weapons, start sinnin'
They callin' me lame but I'm winnin'
I'm true to myself, you invented

So suck my dick if you wanna talk shit
Doing everything I want if you don't like it, slit your wrist
(Yeah)

I wrote this shit from the coffin
They talk about me, I'm yawning
Raising hell in grim peaks
I'm right there right where you spawn in

Curb stomping everybody in my path
Connect your neck right to the blade
Killing every vampire dancing in the blood rave
Yeah I got that. 45, drop the hammer, let it bang
No ones fucking with my squad, yeah so fuck all that you claim

(Get over here)

Yeah, yeah, ay

Bitch I came up from the grave, I'm the grim reaper, soul eater
Don't mind catching bodies, better get right with the procedure
Running up every bag and I'm doing it with the mask on
Busting down your door just like the title of the last song, yeah

187 with a scythe, I'm out here slashing everyone
All this evil on my mind, I think it's time to spill some blood
Homicidal when I write up, all these pussies flashing guns
Got the devil by my side, you know I'll take you to the grave