I got a bullet with your name on the fuckin' tip (The following is brought to you by Reaper Radio) So close your eyes as I— So close your— Reaper creepin' slow, give me that motherfuckin' soul, mane Tryna stop me now, I'm dead already, I feel no pain No need for guns, got a new scythe in the back trunk Gotta get right when you act up Got a new blade, keep it up tucked, yeah If you want the smoke, you better come with more than hollow tips You can find me in the cemetery, bring a crucifix Any weapon formed against myself would never prosper I'm a beast on any track in any style in any genre I got a bullet with yo— Oh my fuckin' God, shut the fuck up Tough luck, life sucks and now buck up Tell 'em touché, reaper be reaching, it's too late Send a bouquet and I'm done I hope they got a TV in the afterlife so I can watch the Earth explode And replay it like every night I'm off of the meds and I'm already dead and I can't find a reason to try (why?) I'm tired of faking it, tired of wakin' up, there ain't a trace of a God So I'm feelin' something sinister inside again You sending shots and missing every single one so try again I got a bullet with your name on the fuckin' tip So close your eyes as I— So close your— Walkin' right through the grey, okay, it's just another day, bitch Take it all in and just pretend, there's no such thing as anguish Damn that's so edgy, prepare for death, I stay ready My sins, they weigh on me heavy, but let's just act like I'm all good Hey, what are you doing? Nothing Where are you going? Nowhere, I swear I'm just flippin' through my chapters, I just stop and I stare Hold up, give me some room to unwind Help me escape the confines Ain't life so crazy sometimes? Wait my bad, I'm— (I got a bullet with your name on the fuckin' tip) Sorry I got existential, what rhymes with that? Oh, yeah, these instrumentals keep my mind intact (yeah, yeah) I flash a grin, but, oh no, I can't hide the fact That everything ends in dust, so what? I can't rewind it back Yeah, I'll take another hit, let me go talk my shit Only been a minute, lemme run up in it, make you sick Everything's fucked and it can't be fixed Left with no love, get what you give I guess that's how it is, such a pessimist I'm just carried by the wind, this is how it ends