The Reaper by Bukshot (Ft. David Ray & Gorilla Voltage)
The Reaper by Bukshot (Ft. David Ray & Gorilla Voltage)

The Reaper

Bukshot & Gorilla Voltage & David Ray * Track #3 On Weirdo: Full Moon

The Reaper Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mr. Grey]
Gorilla Juggernaut, blockheads get lopped off
It's dark and hell is hot
In the DMV with DMX on DMT
Hoe please believe the gods are below G, you're gross indeed
Vicious cunt with no apologies
The reaper show these souls are souls to keep
Popping off'll get you popped in the jaw
You lack the balls and the word to ever follow us
You would know me by the trail of the dead
But way more heavy metal
Like tea inside a cannibal
I'm just your average animal
Done wanna tear you from yo head to your toe
I'm a bad motherfucker
Yo it says it on my wallet
I came to bring the ruckus
Just like Charlie fucking Bronson
You just a band of bums
That would fuck off for twenty dollars
Bodies I'd like to abandon 'em
Week to week living lawless
This cold-blooded flow full of bloated devil's dandruff
The darkness swallow soul ho, eating and abandoned
The symphony is sin and synergy the sinners see me
Look death in the eye and the eye will never let you leave

[Chorus: David Ray]
I got the base up, windows down, bodies start to hit the ground
Till no one's left, bloody mess, no survivors can be found
We killers, killers
The reaper follows us around (aye aye aye)
We killers, killers
The reaper follows us around (aye aye aye aye)
I got the twelve pump
Loaded up gorillas coming out my trunk
Line 'em up, cut 'em down
The reaper follows us around
We killers, killers
The reaper follows us around (aye aye aye aye)
We killers, killers
The reaper follows us around (aye aye aye aye)

[Verse 2: Bukshot]
I swing in this concrete jungle with goons and gorillas
King Kong, hot whopper in this bitch I'll give you shivers
Everyone know I'm the realest
Spit that sick shit, roll with killers
Wicked shit plus my hitlist filled with names from now till Christmas
See me in the club, no dancing
Catch me in the moshpit body-bashing
Looking for a hater smashing, I go nuts like Charlie Manson
Police on my ass so close there ain't no room for sagging
Call me Drogon I spit fire like Khaleesi's dragons
Spitting flames, pull my notepad taking names
Feeling awful hungry, let's call that Hunger Games
We not the same, spread that virus, major pain
I think my haters love me, I'm on that crazy train
Beat so live got 'em shaking like seizures
Black Lagoon, here come the creatures
Shoutout to my fans in the bleachers
Face-paint on down to fight like Caesar
On this track, hell on wheels psychotic locomotive
Three silverback gorillas flip that switch and take this voltage

[Chorus: David Ray]
I got the base up, windows down, bodies start to hit the ground
Till no one's left, bloody mess, no survivors can be found
We killers, killers
The reaper follows us around (aye aye aye)
We killers, killers
The reaper follows us around (aye aye aye aye)
I got the twelve pump
Loaded up gorillas coming out my trunk
Line 'em up, cut 'em down
The reaper follows us around
We killers, killers
The reaper follows us around (aye aye aye aye)
We killers, killers
The reaper follows us around (aye aye aye aye)

[Verse 3: ClockworC]
Some mighty big wheels in the sand fucking with chief
He's bringing leak in the street, what's beef?
We M.O.B. style wild and vibe with reptiles
Cold-blooded headlines, you a fucking pump piece
Up Schitt's creek, no paddle, you're my Padawan
Force choke a bitch, club never fit, hit it raw
Hear the caw-caw when The Raven be knocking
Gauge in my pocket, snap, crackle and popping
Got the whole world living in the shadow of the planet of the apes
I'm magnifying your fried eggs on my tongue
Diddy-dumb in an unborn state
If I get irate, better jump ship mate
Hop, skip, paid and I bang bang babe
Yeah your bitch pray for orangutan gangbang
No mayday when I say my pray
Kiss of death your bitch love the taste
I wrestle with Zeus and the titans
I'm spitting out lightning, yes I am the reaper, ha
Gorilla gone villainous killing off all of you fucks who live under the steeple
Breaking apart the myth of life
Hoes on, get a saw
Take a wooden nose off
So sawdust off, saw trust no one
Get the pantyhose off a hoe call line
Give a fuck she a screamer
Patiently awaiting me, I Go Go Gadget soul to keep
Stab ten with the backhand, send 'em all down to the devil when I need some keep
Cause I'm, ice cold leave a mic froze
Give a light show when I go combust on beat
Give me a dab, a one-touch dirt-nap
Cause the reaper only here to see me deceased

[Chorus: David Ray]
I got the base up, windows down, bodies start to hit the ground
Till no one's left, bloody mess, no survivors can be found
We killers, killers
The reaper follows us around (aye aye aye)
We killers, killers
The reaper follows us around (aye aye aye aye)
I got the twelve pump
Loaded up gorillas coming out my trunk
Line 'em up, cut 'em down
The reaper follows us around
We killers, killers
The reaper follows us around (aye aye aye aye)
We killers, killers
The reaper follows us around (aye aye aye aye)

[Outro: David Ray]
The reaper follows us around
The reaper follows us around
The reaper follows us around
The reaper follows us around

The Reaper Q&A

Who wrote The Reaper's ?

The Reaper was written by David Ray & Gorilla Voltage & Bukshot.

Who produced The Reaper's ?

The Reaper was produced by Vybe.

When did Bukshot release The Reaper?

Bukshot released The Reaper on Fri Aug 18 2017.

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