GR1MREAPER

[Chorus]
Bitch, I feel like death
Grim Reaper walkin' and he matchin' all my steps
We gon catch a body over petty disrespect
We ain't throwin' subs, throw some hands, be direct
(Bitch)
Bitch, I feel like death
Grim Reaper walkin' and he matchin' all my steps
We gon catch a body over petty disrespect
We ain't throwin' subs, throw some hands, be direct

[Verse 1]
Motherfuckas had it coming, now I'm outwardly destructive
I was tryna fix myself, then I turned around and said, "Fuck it!"
I keep rolling with the punches, it's how I deal with the sufferin'
All these toxins in my body, irresponsible consumptions

[Breakdown]
Go! 'Til it all falls down
Screams of terror
My hell, love the sound
Needed to be saved
Wasn't nobody around
Needed to be saved
Fed my body to the hounds

[Verse 2]
Fuck you mess of peasants, you feathered pheasants
I best address this
We be pullin' up once you text the 'ddresses, I get the message
I was left for dead, then got resurrected, for extra wreckage
He thought it was sweet, now his neck extended, like PEZ dispenses
I don't recommend it, pent-up aggression is never endin'
I be friends with benefits, fuckin' my head with less affection
I was sent directions then left my residence, dressed with weapons
Best respect the presence, of level-headed his leather head is

[Chorus]
Bitch, I feel like death
Grim Reaper walkin' and he matchin' all my steps
We gon catch a body over petty disrespect
We ain't throwin' subs, throw some hands, be direct
(Bitch)