'Nother day, another dollar
Treat this shit like I'm blue collar
Never had a bit of drama
Never had no f*ckin' problems
I been doin' this since I was spittin' shit on verse CD's
No MP3's, dial-up, ain't no PC, it's only me
I'm 'bout it
Say you goin' harder than me
Well bitch, I doubt it
I make twenty songs in a week
Lil' boy go count it
Say you goin' harder than me
Well bitch, I doubt it
So you got too lost in the sauce
You can't reroute it
Mountain man, murder man
You better get a further plan
I'm livin' in the haunted wood
You livin' out in Hollywood
I'm talkin' to the witches now
Callin' all your bitches now
I'm makin' better music
In the town of less than two thou'
Mm-, really shouldn't walk through the woods in the nighttime
Full moon and I feel it's the right time
You are officially turned in to Reaper Radio
All the vibes for your demise
'Bout it
Say you goin' harder than me
Well bitch, I doubt it
I make twenty songs in a week
Look, boy, go count it
Say you goin' harder than me
Well bitch, I doubt it
So you got too lost in the sauce
You can't reroute it
R to the E to the A, to the P to the E to the R
To the R to the E to the A, to the P to the E to the R
The Cult of the Reaper saved me
M-m-may any opposition rest in peace