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lirik lagu reapers – itsaedanhill

[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

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