The hood pulled in the face
The scythe Shining it's coming alive
With black robe over the floor

It rattling the bones when death comes
One last time insta, take a picture
He comes and swings the scythe like the bat on the logo of
Your cap , 666 Panel, Ralph Lauren Polo

Crosses are falling from the walls
Ghosts are shining and they are dimming
Your face, it's melting
Write writing on the walls
This is your end

Blood is raining from clouds
Your mind has melted
The Grim Reaper is tapping you
Taking your hand and Guide you through the morning

Bringing you to the river of death
50 Stacks, Charon does Plus
Pick up the Padel
Rowing Down the Rivers
Into the Afterlife - Forever Banished!
Chorus:
Grim Reaper, Grim Reaper

Verse 2:
I hang with the Grim Reaper
Are Homies since I can think
Because of his skills I started
To rap at that time

He is long dead, can not die anymore
Live without fears, without pain
Nothing beats his heart anymore
He lights the bong with a candle

Blowing the smoke out into the night
Wearing nothing but black
Robe, Gucci, Swarovski's scythe
You're messing around

He's wearing diamonds on his teeth
Icy's his skull
Carrying MCs into the afterlife
And counting stacks
Because he is very rich

Yes, the devil pays good money
Jewelry on the arm, sparkles brightly
Rolex around the wrist
Death is never too late
Hang on with crooks
We chill with spirits that will take you
Without cartridges, here are omen summoned

Ciao mother fuckers - Ciao, Ciao
Motherfuckers
This night starts now only
Run Mother fucker - run, run Mother fucker
As long as you can still run