Death Calls

[Skit]
*Phone ringing*
Hello?
**It's your time....**
Who's this?
**Death....**
Aw, damn...this is the third time you've called this week
**You're far overdue....**
Not today, my dude. I got a tape that's droppin'
**What are you going to do about me?**
I'll call Superman....
**He's just a comic book character! Try again....**
*Phone hanging up.*
**Hello? Hello...damn it, not again.**

[Verse 1]
Y'all about to meet your ends, no need for amends
Blare wack music into your head, have you screaming for silence
I read the necronomicon, so y'all know that I'm the Don
I'll turn Athiests to believers, and have skinheads celebrating Hanukkah
But when you open your mouths, all I hear is "blah blah blah"
And if it's the cause that you're down, send me a holla on
One of your tracks, and let's get down to the core facts
Life is just a cycle of adored rats, and abhorred cats

[Hook x4]
Death is calling, you gonna pick up the phone?
Hell no, I gotta find a way home

[Verse 2]
The fallen angel holds his scythe, it gets cold tonight
And all of his foes just might fold before his might
Alright? The Grim Reaper ain't no laughin' matter
'Cause he be trackin' after every actor or rapper
Whether they average or spectacular, it ain't a factor
Regardless if you're heartless or armless, he won't come faster
Whoever tarnishes his armament is bound to meet the Master
Death is tailing you, your breath is failing too, eyes are plastered
Onto his serious grin, the skull nears, see no skin
While you're furious at the myriad of the delirious kin
Through his lyrics, his spirit up, and rises like a miracle did
Indeed happen, and proceeds rappin' as he fears it again
Face it, Death comes for all, even the racists
And the people who hate shit with no basis
But then again, I can't think of a world with no hate, it's sadly
Embedded in our brains, its too far gone to make it happen

[Hook]