It's dat killa muthafuccah bout ta run up on a nigga witta weapon finna rip and bust em all up in they mouth/
Now wut the fucc ya'll niggaz plannin when I'm comin wit da magick from the casket? Hit em, let em fall the way down/
I'ma guide em to the Underworld the demons finna greet ya witta painful habitat, chain em up, it's da time for punishment, feelin the hot and the cold all at once/
While yo body lays frozen and numb/
You wanna be dumb/
You bout ta be caught in the rhythm of a trapped victim, when the wind blows twice, from the west to the east/
It's da nigga comin smooth creep/
Bout ta see me, in a bodybag/
Well now they say that the Reaper doth carry a scythe but I come witta kinjal so either they wrong or I must be another aspect of who niggaz call Ankou cuz when I go reapin/
I'm keepin da souls and not givin a bit to whoever da fucc I should niggaz they try ta be bindin me jaccin my harvest/
But fucc em all nigga the demons gon harm em/
You best be in checc when you fuccin wit me I don't heed any laws it don't matter who wrote them/
I probably broke them/
But who can come challenge the Wraith and stay livin? They always fall broken/
