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Twisted Insane

The Reaper

 

The Reaper

(album: The Reaper - 2023)


Equipped with an hourglass to remind us that death will come to all, and wielding a scythe to harvest unfortunate souls, he reaps what has been sown, hence the name: The Grim Reaper.

The Reaper
What you getting when you mix sick with ether
Tell me when they listen to it they can feel the devil coming through the speaker
Broke tweeters, cut the world off, no shows, no features
I be can I get it I will never get up in arenas with the bleachers
It's dark, 12AM
People come in, man, to hell with them
Niggas fuck around and tear the tether, finna go to hell and finna sail with them
Where we going it be getting wicked, I will never wanna go and bail with them
All said and done, off with the tongue, they will never ever tell again
Mindful of men lie, steal, cheat, mind full of sin
Asking me when I'ma reach out, no resolve, bitch, right to the end
Every time I do you better stop with what you doing, never know if I'ma go overboard
Put 'em in the skillet, heat 'em up, eat 'em up, then fry them again
Nitrous, Beelzebub with the vice grip
Shells thrown with the ice pit
Up to here with the nice shit
You're mine
It's about time I don't wanna hear shit 'bout it's not your day
10 years straight chewing on that bacon fat and pork rinds, you're finished
At the gates of Hell life is diminished
Face covered with the hood so you really can't see my grimace
Ain't no kinda way to cheat death, I be waiting for you whether you was
On your way to become a saint or you live your life as a menace
Pure vengeance, only with us when you run up with the death sentence
Go ahead and let it out, I promise you ain't never gonna get repentance
You can go ahead and serve 'em all day but it still be murder in the hallway
I'ma go ahead and stop the pain, you won't feel the thang, I will end this
The Reaper

I clutched at my hospital blanket to cower from the intensity of The Reaper's presence, but the once soft cotton (The Reaper, The Reaper) now flowed like translucent mist through my hands. I knew in that moment that nothing could hide me from the specter's grasp. (The Reaper, The Reaper)

Run, run, ain't nowhere that you can go
People be running for so many days
Turning to boulders to me it's your goal
Living your life always throwing grenades
This time to pay when you reap what you sow
Ain't no sunshine, I do not see the rays
I am the sewers, I eat with the poor
Darkness

(What's up, man? I meant to call
Sorry 'bout that one pack, I know I sent them all)
Don't nobody wanna hear that spit
You're the one who went and sent this shit
Everybody in the hotel room overdosed on fentanyl
Stay well, 3 o'clock when they fell
Got a room for you in the grey hell
Next to Lori Vallow Daybell
Everything around is death and you played the last card in the deck
[?] through your body, get it how you feeling
[?] through the run and go ahead, pray, tell
Asmodeus, coming for you, ain't no running for you, I be right there
I ain't finna sit around in piss and listen to you like a nigga might care
Now I put 'em in the mud, looking for a rotten body when I drug
Look at all the mess I left up in a rug, I can smell the blood through the night air
Vengeance, only with us when you run up with the death sentence
Go ahead and let it out, I promise you ain't never gonna get repentance
You can go ahead and serve 'em all day but it still be murder in the hallway
I'ma go ahead and stop the pain, you won't feel the thang, I will end this
The Reaper

His cloak was black. Not the color black, but its essence. It was as though seeing a tiger after a lifetime of looking at a child's crude drawing and thinking that that's all a tiger was. Surely this, I thought. This is why we were taught without words to fear death.

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