The Grim Reaper

I'm the grim reaper, chimney sweeper, gatekeeper
Running faster than a cheetah, preying on the weaker
Got you in my point-blank range as I take aim
I'm coming at you like a hurricane

You're a scavenger, scratching around for scraps
Sipping on cactus, lighting matches, unburied hatchets
Waiting for the ultimatum to be handed down from above
Never moved a muscle, never gave a fuck

If it's bad for business and the visits from the hellhounds
Sniffing out stitches for the snitches
Then there's gotta be more than justice in discussion
For the ones causing the corruption
Are you having an existential crisis?
Time is priceless, can't advise us, analyze it
Break it down into small increments to repent

Rotting flesh odorous
The grim reaper cashes the cheque
Rotting flesh odorous
The grim reaper cashes the cheque

Heaven sent the silhouette of many wicked men
Fearless, reckoning, thinking they're the most powerful they've ever been
I can't begin to comprehend the arrogance dwindling inside the cranium
Grotesquely, tortured by the wretchedness
Whiplash in the fortress between your legs
Body bags hanging on the hills hoist
With a peg as the stench orbits the homestead

Rotting flesh odorous
The grim reaper cashes the cheque
Rotting flesh odorous
The grim reaper cashes the cheque

Rotting flesh odorous
The grim reaper cashes the cheque
Rotting flesh odorous
The grim reaper came to collect his debt

Rotting flesh odorous
The grim reaper cashes the cheque
Rotting flesh odorous
The grim reaper cashes the cheque



Credits
Writer(s): Heinz Funk, Stuart Douglas Mackenzie, Ambrose Thomas Kenny-smith, Joseph Walker
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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