Lil Revive - Grim Reaper lyrics
[Lil Revive - Grim Reaper lyrics]
(Say you wanna talk but you never wanna smoke)
(Got you flashing out your gun but your lying, you a joke)
(Say you wanna talk but you never wanna smoke)
(Got you flashing out your gun but your lying, you a j-)
Yeah, yeah, aye
Bitch I came up from the grave, I'm the Grim Reaper, soul eater
Don't mind catching bodies, better get right with the procedure
Running up every bag and I'm doing it with the mask on
Busting down your door just like the title of the last song, yuh
187 with a scythe, I'm out here slashing everyone
All this evil on my mind, I think it's time to spill some blood
Homicidal when I write up, all these pussies flashing guns
Got the Devil by my side, you know I'll-
Take you to the grave
Run it right back, when I roll like that, I'm slashing
Put 'em in a bag every time I tap in
You don't really wanna get a grave
Get a tombstone 6 feet deep, no name
I'm summoning demons, I sharpened my blade
And my scythe is about to deliver the pain
And I run with the Devil, he told me to kill it
I carry myself like a born again villain
I'm killin' 'em all, leave 'em dead with no witness
I gather my weapons, start sinnin'
They callin' me lame but I'm winnin'
I'm true to myself, you invented
So suck my dick if you wanna talk shit
Doing everything I want if you don't like it, slit your wrist
Yeah
I wrote this shit from the coffin
They talk about me, I'm yawning
Raising hell in Grim Peaks
I'm right there right where you spawn in
Curb stomping everybody in my path
Connect your neck right to the blade
Killing every vampire dancing in the blood rave
Yeah I got that .45, drop the hammer, let it bang
No one's fucking with my squad, yeah, so fuck all that you claim
(Get over here)
Yeah, yeah, aye
Bitch I came up from the grave, I'm the Grim Reaper, soul eater
Don't mind catching bodies, better get right with the procedure
Running up every bag and I'm doing it with the mask on
Busting down your door just like the title of the last song, yuh
187 with a scythe, I'm out here slashing everyone
All this evil on my mind, I think it's time to spill some blood
Homicidal when I write up, all these pussies flashing guns
Got the Devil by my side, you know I'll-
Take you to the grave
(Got you flashing out your gun but your lying, you a joke)
(Say you wanna talk but you never wanna smoke)
(Got you flashing out your gun but your lying, you a j-)
Yeah, yeah, aye
Bitch I came up from the grave, I'm the Grim Reaper, soul eater
Don't mind catching bodies, better get right with the procedure
Running up every bag and I'm doing it with the mask on
Busting down your door just like the title of the last song, yuh
187 with a scythe, I'm out here slashing everyone
All this evil on my mind, I think it's time to spill some blood
Homicidal when I write up, all these pussies flashing guns
Got the Devil by my side, you know I'll-
Take you to the grave
Run it right back, when I roll like that, I'm slashing
Put 'em in a bag every time I tap in
You don't really wanna get a grave
Get a tombstone 6 feet deep, no name
I'm summoning demons, I sharpened my blade
And my scythe is about to deliver the pain
And I run with the Devil, he told me to kill it
I carry myself like a born again villain
I'm killin' 'em all, leave 'em dead with no witness
I gather my weapons, start sinnin'
They callin' me lame but I'm winnin'
I'm true to myself, you invented
So suck my dick if you wanna talk shit
Doing everything I want if you don't like it, slit your wrist
Yeah
I wrote this shit from the coffin
They talk about me, I'm yawning
Raising hell in Grim Peaks
I'm right there right where you spawn in
Curb stomping everybody in my path
Connect your neck right to the blade
Killing every vampire dancing in the blood rave
Yeah I got that .45, drop the hammer, let it bang
No one's fucking with my squad, yeah, so fuck all that you claim
(Get over here)
Yeah, yeah, aye
Bitch I came up from the grave, I'm the Grim Reaper, soul eater
Don't mind catching bodies, better get right with the procedure
Running up every bag and I'm doing it with the mask on
Busting down your door just like the title of the last song, yuh
187 with a scythe, I'm out here slashing everyone
All this evil on my mind, I think it's time to spill some blood
Homicidal when I write up, all these pussies flashing guns
Got the Devil by my side, you know I'll-
Take you to the grave