[Verse 1]
Bitch, I pullup with the facemask
Homie says he trynna show me where my place at
So Ima hit em with the blade fast
Bros asking "Where his face at?"
But I gave it to his momma as a place mat
"Whoa,"
"Wait, a minute"
"That's a little far"
Come a little closer, baby
Show me who you really are
I'm the son of Satan
Born and raised to raise a scimitar
Drop it on the world and chop it up into a million parts

[Interlude]
I cut your throat like...
Can't catch breath then you choke like...
Blood-soaked clot, then you croak like...
Leave your body bloated, rotten to a pulp like...

[Verse 2]
Don't fight what you can't win
Bitch, I already won
I got you spinnin' in a circle when I step in
Pretty boy left with a cleft chin
I was destined to resurrect like Yung Xrist did
Anxious every night trynna write
On my kill on site shit
Shit
Bitch, Yung Reaper has arrived
Yall contented staying blind
Keep a demon by my side when I ride so I dont need a strap
Plus I got my hopeless soldiers for that
And a machete in back
[Interlude]
Im gonna cut you down
So know you can't come around
Put you in the fucking ground
Never make another sound

[Verse 3]
Bitch, I pull up in a spaceship
High as fuck
Give your ugly ass a facelift
Twisting skin under the knife quick
Prying off your fingernails with motherfuckin' vice grips
Fry your fingers up like they was thai shrimp

My depression got my caught up in these dark thoughts
Everyday thinking up ways to turn the lights off
Why stop now?
Hoping I can chew what I bite off
I find the four horsemen in the night and we ride off