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Oh reaper, oh reaper
 Come swing that scythe at me
Come swing that scythe at me
Bring that whiskey edge blade closer
Turn that blue guitar up
Another night, feeling paper thin
Hey hey
Hey hey
Grimmy Grim
Would you be a doll and place that scythe upon my neck
Gotta quit my job, gotta hit
Begging me to go back home
But I don't give mercy that damn easy
I'm the king of death
He's gonna bleed to death
I'mma scrape him up with my scythe
He
You say you want the smoke but can't even handle boof
I will pull up to your spot with a scythe, aim it at you
Got a grave with your name and a blade
sheet
Round and round
Ever downward bound
It's the circle of the scythe
Round and round
Lost and never found
In the circle of the scythe
From brief times
happen any night
The thought that it is something I cannot fight
Comin with his Scythe, to take his toll
That is just his roll, its nothin personal
I hope
nigga
That's because I'm clever (Grave)
My new bitch petite for real
Same weight as a feather (Go)
Pulling out my penis now she sucking on my scythe let's
Chaos and disorder
Riding next to death
Under the scythe
The end of my destination
Narcotics and frustration
Crashing through the gate
Under
Snake eyes 
I am a demon with red eyes 
Slicing your neck then I say goodbye 
Remember that I've got that death scythe 
I said snake eyes 
I am
wet
I’m about to swing the scythe y’all don’t need heads (Doo it)
Big purchase on my visa huh
To you peons I’m the reaper huh ( Bluuu)
Hol up watch yo
Switchblade on my hip, aye
Ima make it flip, aye
Switchblade on my hip, aye
Ima make it rip, aye
I got you in my sights
On my side, I got that scythe
Imma jaw breaker 
Earth Quaker 
Soul snatcher
Who out rank ya 
This a punishment
If I spank ya
It's No favor 
Like a no thank ya
King scythe you can
Like a scythe, Like a scythe, Like a scythe
Bitch I cut, Bitch I cut, Bitch I cut, Bitch I cut, Bitch I cut, Bitch I cut, Bitch I cut 

Like
'bouta hit my checkin'
When I creep up like the Reaper and my scythe behead him

All of my Franklins Patrick Bateman fresh after a kill
Hit the dark web
amongst the dead
Hands over hands
Buried under
A puzzling paradox
The night tells
In silence still
When dusk fell
I stayed still
By the scythe
This is far
to be stalked
Darkness unfolds, in the mist only death awaits
Strange sounds in the night, haunting growls

As the scythe of death falls, you will
Let me be your reaper waste all of your time
We don't have to talk sit on top of my scythe
I don't have to touch you your blood will paint my mind
a shame
Pay pay all your crimes
Rape rape and pray your words 

(Its your death)

Tonight its your time,time for scythe
Feel the scythe
Eye for AN eye,soul
Second sight
With the might
Hands of flight
With the kite
I might die
Fuck it tight
Make it right
Side with scythes
Christ Denied
Fiendish rites
No
a Xannie

Alprazolam got me jugging shit
Alprazolam got me jugging shit
Alprazolam got me jugging shit
Pull up with the scythe
Pull up with the scythe
Pull
Lurk through the night
In the shadows, outta sight
Got you looking petrified
My scythe catch you by surprise
Fear in your eyes
Like a deer within
forget that i will chop you off
You will never touch my skin i promise that
Scythe to your neck
Let it swing
Let it fucking swing
Scythe to your neck
Let
while I'm suffering
All your skulls get smashed, bitch I'm bludgeoning

Scythe scythe scythe and a knife knife knife
Ch ch ch ah ah ah, let's fight fight
with a glaive
Putting on a mask whenever I'm leaving the cave
Never feeling safe safe safe
Waiting for the scythe scythe scythe
Never feeling safe safe

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