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Reaper Grim Rock You To Hell

shout Rock you to hell But I'm never giving out Rock you to hell Rock you to hell Rock you to hell Rock you to hell Oh, rock you to hell

one numba one in the last era Now that?s terror you should call me the crypt keeper Smokin' green reefer with the grim reaper I?m the kind of rapper you

you you weren't meant to be Jacking over another niggas loot and fucking up the currency Born and bad seed outta the crowd Like David Guenna you don'

Smoking some reefer with the grim reaper Cause niggas on my block is ignorant like Sasquatch I cook rhymes and beats like baking soda with rocks Its hysteria

one heard If you try you die, visions blurred, speech slurred Served with a cherry on top Rage in effect, I just begun to rock Yeah, rock on witcha bad self (Rage) Rock

at the door Lynch mob made me how you and your goofy click and your throat is gone, suffocating em by dozens Running with grim reapers handing out some

Glover I'm lethal this ain't no sequel Shoot you people while you sleepin The grim reaper is out to lunch Put holes in you mouth so you can't be found

And for every drop of blood you will burn in hell, devil [x8:] "Burn baby burn, burn baby burn" [Too Poetic/Grym Reaper] Yo, pain builds my character