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Yeah, that was right, homie
I got Jesus on my mind all the time, homie
Yeah, yeah, Heaven's light on me
I'm gon' reap what I sow like a sythe on me

To the ground this way

If this was your last night
How would you want to live
Up here by the sythe
Or safe down by the grid
As humans
We fear
To live
In sins way

you leave me just like damn okay
I'm the ghost inside your walls lurking screeching time to play

Sythe into your gut go and complain to your dad
Pussy

Strapped up with a sythe
Not a motherfucking switch blade
Actors to my right
Saw you and your sick play
Don't stand in the front
And give me fucking

Nosia yet I can’t find a link.
And I can’t sleep so I can think

I’m mister 24/7, call me mister.
No stand by, to quick for deaths sythe.
Fading out all

with the rhymes
like who are they 
so one more time
they want Mannyfesto
Schmack the Sythe
future defined
nigga  designed 
i got the time
i got the vibe

go on inside
I could just go out of sight then
A firmer hold on a the sythe
He couldnt go if he tried
I tried to scope the horizon 
But I feel at home

Skinny feind a'scheming
Screaming from the ether
I run up on Reaper
Taking his sythe and I'm digging a hole
And the deeper we go the more horror in store

ma revanche comme les Sythes
Blunt Beuzeu j’ai le kit
Blood Blood Royal Météorite
Ils sont pas morts dans l’film
Ils ont cannés dans l’script
Faut le

Upended, head rush, bondage, slowly swung above our queen
Voluptuous virgin prey what an alluring sight to see
She slowly raised her sythe upon her

Might cut you off with this Sythe in my pocket
Fuck it
You'll only be forgotten
Name will hold some weight cuz I'm never fuckin stopping
There's a shadow

Came from the basement
RV's lived above garages
I keep a sythe
Sewed these oates for harvest
Don't give a shit bout what you think
More time I've

Don't wake up! Yeah I hope that I die
All my demons want my death. See the reaper with the sythe
Still alive - dead inside
wanna life - just survive
I

(Woah)

Coming with the sythe cause I was reaping
(I was reaping yeah)
Cross up on my neck I'm fighting demons
(Fighting demons yeah)
Coming from the south

the meaning of life
And why these niggas getting girls if
They're not treating them right
And why's the grim reaper reaching his sythe
Is is cause of a soon

is bumpin, head is slumped
I took his sythe and fell even deeper

Fuck what you heard I only bump these
Instrumentals
Fuck what you heard nothing we do

a sythe?
He really thinks give a fuck?
He wanna throw hands i throw an uppercut
I look at my hands they're stained with all of my own blood
You don't

sign, is the reaper and so I grab my sythe and I swing and I stare at him

Run the mafia like I'm Trav
Perfect timing ain't no Nav
Torch this shit I'm

or your sythe 
Because it must be devil's night 
And we bout to hit the block 
Bringing horrifying sights 
Wearing masks holding knives 
With our bags Hold

I was in The Think Tank, late one night
When my eyes beheld a sussy sight
For a crewmate with his hat, grabbed his sythe
And suddenly to my

away his happiness and took away his life
She was a grim reaper with his blood on her sythe
She wouldn't know compassion if it hit her in the head
One

only skin, oh it's only skin
and you can't stop the reasper
from the sythe that she's swinging
a cut, a shot, the heat of her thighs,
eyes that are crazy