Got that metal up on my side If you test me, bitch The reaper come get you at night when you sleep And Yung Death got no reason but throats might get slit Came through back in '95, got the hate up in my eyes Death runnin' through the motherfucking crib Said fuck your crew, I don't got any friends Had to stay by myself on some solo shit When I die, hope my body's on the crucifix Tie up my ankles and nail up my hands I'm on that reaper shit I've come to get wicked, occultist apprentice The magic run through me, I'll turn you to mist I'm 'bout to fuck up the game with this underground shit So you better get used to it, I Got a couple of issues with everything that these pussies been sayin' to me I go outside at the crack of the dawn And I'm watching the shadows, they prayin' to me I'm on that devilish shit, if you coming outside Look around, you can wait and you'll see My words is a curse, rose up from the dirt Been a killer since birth so don't play with a g Bitch, I don't got no sense And I ain't ever gave a fuck about the time, fuck a Rolex Spill a pussy blood, soak it up like Kotex Bitch, I'm living in the fucking snow [?] Yeah So fuck what they sayin', (Fuck!) I'm doin' this shit for real Yeah, Yung Death Okay I see your eyes glisten in the moonlight as I shoot it in Deep inside the trees, standing right beside my crucifix Spit up on these fucking beats while I'm burning down the crucifix