Reaper Death Seal

Welcome to the chop street
Dead bodies hanging by they feet
You see this demon when I walk
You hear this evil when I speak

Mark of the beast, when I reap I claim your soul as mine to keep
And in the middle of the night I'm looking for some blood to leech
Catch your throat missing fresh blood, spitting out your teeth
But I still practice what I preach, give his family time to weep

I'm at the crossroads, you make a deal, I got just what you need
But just know when your time is up, them hellhounds coming out to feast
I done slit my wrist so much, I guess I'll never get to feel
Yeah, this demon I got's real, he just showed me how to kill

Cloaked in hoodies, crooked daggers
Demon sigils, candles lit
See that full moon in the night
We 'bout to sacrifice, yo bitch

Sacrifice, sacrifice, yo bitch
Sacrifice, sacrifice, yo bitch
We 'bout to sacrifice, yo bitch
Sacrifice, sacrifice, yo bitch

We 'bout to sacrifice, yo bitch
Sacrifice, sacrifice, yo bitch
We 'bout to sacrifice, yo bitch
Sacrifice, sacrifice, yo bitch

She looking like Megan fox, double 09
Conjugate ya soul after following the signs
Taking all ya hoes to the road where they hide
Where the spirits stay alive, skinnin sheep for their hides

You can run from us
You can back out now, but when the sun plummets
You won't camp without all the voodoo in the night
Know we gotchu in our sight
We gon' catch ya by surprise, gotcha fearin fo ya life

Cest la vie, tell me what you know
You a dumb bitch and I'm fucking on ya, hoe
When the gun hits, you'll be sipping on patrone
Thinking everythang is good, Samsung G-Note

You cannot fuck with us, you throwin bluffs sipping tuss
I'ma uppercut right through yo face from a lunge
Pop a lung, Murk ya son, puttin knives in ya tum
Listening to bone thug while I get the redrum

Redrum, rum, rum
You cannot out run
I'm going dumb, dumb, dumb
I'ma get me some

We spillin rum, rum, rum
You cannot out run
I'm going dumb, dumb, dumb
I'ma get me some Lil bitch

Bare face run up in place there's no where hide
The people eater with the cleaver out for blood and homicide
Murdering high I get the rush when the bones goes crush and the brain turns mush
I wonder why I have to touch, I kill so much, when lost in lust

Smoking with the fabled reaper, having talks between myself
Is there someone else inside or is it just that I need help
Mental health is off the tracks if approached I will attack
No remorse I'm showing back, it's kill 'em all destructive path