Slim Reaper

On the clock triple 6 on the dot
That means it's my time lucky shit, jackpot
I done hit it, clean shot, now I'm in it nonstop
Know they wait for my new shit to drop
Like a fiend how they wait for the rock
Now watch how I cook like pot
Lights out but I shine on a bitch like watt

Like I ain't been in this shit
Like I ain't killing this shit
Reaper can't do it like this
He don't rip through t like this
Like I ain't been to Hades and back
Just to come and talk shit on a track
Like I know how it feels to be dead
Like the shit cocked right to my head

Hold up hold up
I need you to listen a lil closer
Can't say I ain't motherfucking warn ya
This how it feel when the bridge finally over

Buda bye bye
Like a 9 millimeter bust nine times
Body drop and the spirit gon' fly by
Levitate make a bitch go sky high

Light as a feather, stiff a board
Behold the body, dead on the floor
Stiff as a stone, straight to the core
I think I got it, worse than before

I think I got it worse than before
I think I got it, worse
Joyride in the hurst
Chill and hit the blunt when I put you in a curse

Like I ain't been in this shit
Like I ain't killing this shit
Reaper can't do it like this
He don't rip through it like this
Like I ain't been to Hades and back
Just to come and talk shit on a track
Like I know how it feel to be dead
Like the shit cocked right to my head

Where you live ya nightmare and seal ya fate?
Ain't no actors here, ain't no fucking takes
Ain't no time for fear, this is not the place

Sick shit
Real scary
She done said a million Hail Marys

You could pray to god, but are not in church
A long way from home, this is hell on earth



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Writer(s): Slim Poppins
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