Warm Up

The reaper is coming but I ain't running from nothing I keep it solid any weather, sunshine or it's funkin' Leave 'em dusted, it's disgusting how I'm slidin' through the function Cemetery comin', I'm the usher, black suit, no discussion Graveyard shift, I live it, coffin nails in my construction Opps prayin' for a truce but I don't do no reconstruction Body drop, plot thickens, dirt nap, no instruction I'm the reason they whisper when the wind hit the junction I bury beef deep, six feet, concrete subduction Hollows sing lullabies, put the whole block to concussion No casket closed, I leave 'em open for the discussion Eyes wide, realize they chose the wrong eruption I'm the storm in the crypt, thunder clap, no interruption Loyal to the soil, blood oath, no corruption Till the death, I rep the set, every breath a combustion You talk life, I talk final, turn your dreams to dust in Cemetery comin', hear the bells, feel the suction Reaper ridin' shotgun, I'm the driver, no abduction Last call for the opps, clock tickin', no resumption I die on my feet 'fore I live on my knees, that's the function