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itsaedanhill – reapers lyrics

[intro: itsaedanhill]
put you in a body bag and sign it with my autograph
put you in a body bag and sign it with my auto+auto
put you in a body bag and sign it with my autograph
put you in a body bag and sign it with my+

[hook: itsaedanhill]
th+th+think its time for a new payday in my way
aedan goin’ way up
k!ll ’em all 187 if you b+tches wanna say sumn’
i don’t be f+ckin’ prayin’ but the devil ’bout to raise up
pentagrams on my wall like i was motherf+ckin’ satan sp+wn
b+tch i am a demon yeah you know i’ve been lurkin’
and if these motherf+ckers talk like gretel, put in a furnace
these p+ssy boys be on they lame sh+t like a mo’f+ckin’ twerp and
i’m steady tryna hypnotize these lames like they was some serpents

[verse 1: itsaedanhill]
k!ll ’em all, put ’em in a he+rs+
had to give his toe a tag, had to put him in the earth
had to murk ’em for a bag and dash with the mask on
pull up with the ak to watch him squirm
you don’t really wanna f+ckin’ die today
if i see yo’ wrist then i’ll slice yo’ vein
p+ssy i don’t like you and yo’ homies lame
f+ckin’ with me was yo’ last mistake
i think i’m ’bout to spill some blood
this sh+t lookin’ like a flood
think it’s time for me to hunt
i ain’t never gave a f+ck
p+ssy boy you just a cuck
and yo’ numbers gettin’ stuck
can’t be me i’m on the up
tell yo’ b+tch that she can’t f+ck

stackin’ all these bodies on bodies
you on my d+ck get a hobby
i’ll leave you dead in the lobby
’cause ain’t n0body could stop me
i bring the wrath, you all trash, i make riches outta rags
i don’t care about yo’ numbers, you still lookin’ like a fa+

[bridge: itsaedanhill]
put you in a body bag and sign it with my autograph
put you in a body bag and sign it with my auto+auto
put you in a body bag and sign it with my autograph
put you in a body bag and sign it with my+

[verse 2: xdium]
snakes in the grass, blood runs cold, like the bad
choppin’ heads, body bags, you can’t trust, all these fa++
walk on yo’ block, and there’s blood on the spot
who are you? what i thought, you still nothin’ but a botched hoe
posted like you god of the scene
why you claimin’ sh+t that you know i’m gonna be
i see all the bands, you a laundering mink
get yo f+ckin’ bread up and quit botherin’ me

lights out motherf+cker, when i landed with a f+ckin’ right on
talkin’ all that sh+t now no one’s home with all the lights on
goodnight b+tch, where’s yo’ fight gone?
rest assured that p+ssy boy won’t ever be a bite+dog

- itsaedanhill lyrics

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