California Reaper

Uh, all hail pariahs
We bringing fire to your so called Messiahs
That means all hell broke loose
Ain't no almighty one to come and guide us
We move as a unit, all equaled to one so they cannot divide us
And I move like a lion, a leader in these times that do wanna try us
And me, I've got nothin but time, I heard that you lookin to buy
The price is too high, but I'll sell you dreams
Only to ease the pain that your end has become nigh
You found heaven on earth
But just so happens Satan was your tour guide
The truth is you living a lie
We played you in front of your very own eyes
So (bless up)
We next up, we been fed up
Keep your head up but only cuz you neck deep
Don't sleep, we're your worst nightmare
Like air, we everywhere, don't breathe
My heart cold, and you on thin ice, don't freeze
Bring the heat and I'll turn up a few degrees
I'm shining too much, get close and you'll burn more than a tan
Oh geez
And I can't wait until you ghost forever
'Cause to me Imma California Reaper to you ghost peppers
I get hotter, hotter, when I spit you spit roast
And when we kill you off, we have a quick toast
Uh, your walls keep on closing
The foundations you live start to break
The decay of false prophets been spoken
And it's me exposing the fakes
The church has been locked
God looks upon with a blind eye
Hymns of the choir has stopped
Demons on cathedrals wake up and they start flying
Torches with fire, riots inspired, Armageddon transpires
You wanna be sire, that'll require, a crown entire of briars
A storm starts brewing, one that even Zeus would admire
Time to press the red button, the situations about to get dire
I ain't here to play games
I'm here to make people forget of your name
End of the day you live in false fame
Glory to thee, we speak of in vain
That would be me, I am your bane
No Giant too big that David can't slain
Forget all the pain, as long as there's gain
I will forever and ever go against the grain
And don't forget to bless up, guess what, we next up, head up
So my scythe swing cuts your neck clean
Then I'll bring your head up, all seen
Start a new wave, Triton can't intervene
Keep it all real, that's the routine
All the fakes can get thrown into a ravine
I'm the hot kid on the scene, you just got too bland, sorry
And I can't wait until you ghost forever
'Cause to me Imma California Reaper to you ghost peppers
I get hotter, hotter, when I spit you spit roast
And when we kill you off, we have a quick toast