[Verse 1]

'Nother day, another dollar

Treat this shit like I'm blue collar

Never had a bit of drama

Never had no fuckin' problems

I been doin' this since I was spittin' shit on burnt CDs

No MP3, just Dial-Up, an old PC, it's only me

[Hook]

I'm 'bout it

Say you goin' harder than me

Well bitch I doubt it

I make twenty songs in a week

Lil' boy go count it

Say you goin' harder than me

Well bitch I doubt it

Saw you got too lost in the sauce

You can't reroute it

[Verse 2]

Mister manic murder man

You better get a further plan

I'm livin' in the haunted woods

You livin' out in Hollywood

I'm talkin' to the witches now

I'm callin' all you bitches now

I'm makin' better music in a town of less than two thou'

Mmmh

Really shouldn't walk through the woods in the nighttime

Full moon and I feel it's thе right time

You are officially tuned into Rеaper Radio

All the vibes for your demise

[Hook]

'Bout it

Say you goin' harder than me

Well bitch I doubt it

I make twenty songs in a week

Lil' boy go count it

Say you goin' harder than me

Well bitch I doubt it

Saw you got too lost in the sauce

You can't reroute it

[Outro]

R to the E to the A, to the P to the E to the R

To the R to the E to the A, to the P to the E to the R

The Cult of the Reaper saved me

May any opposition rest in peace