Another day, another dollar, treat this shit like I'm Ru-Cola
Never had to be the drummer, never had no fuckin' problems
I've been doin' this since I was spittin' shit on Bursa
CD's not MP3's, dial up and no PC, it's only me, I'm pouty
Say you goin' harder than me, well, bitch, I doubt it
I make 20 songs in a week, lil' boy, don't count it
Say you goin' harder than me, well, bitch, I doubt it
Say you got too lost in the sauce, you can't regret it
Man, it murder, man, you better get a further plan
I'm livin' in the haunted, where you livin' now?
In Hollywood, I'm talkin' to the witches
Now I'm callin' all you bitches
Now I'm makin' better music in the town, I'm less than two down
Really shouldn't walk through the woods in the nighttime
Full moon and I feel it's the right time
You are officially tuned in to Reaper Radio
All the vibes for your dives
Say you goin' harder than me, well, bitch, I doubt it
I make 20 songs in a week, lil' boy, don't count it
Say you goin' harder than me, well, bitch, I doubt it
Say you got too lost in the sauce, you can't rewound it
To the A, to the A, to the B, to the A, to the A, to the A, to the A
To the B, to the A, to the A
The cult of the Reaper saved me
May any opposition rest in peace
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