Unforgiven
Don't you talk to me without permission
Dr. Doom I'm not really a clinician
But I can write you up a prescription
After I lace you up with incisions
I forgot my scalpel use the scissors
To me it really it don't make no difference
Bullet in your ass now that's an implant
Let me tell you niggas who you isn't
Tough guys
Y'all aint nothin but a bunch of tough guys
The way you pussy niggas talkin online
It's clear to me your bitch no I'm not surprised
To find you suckin dick out in the moonlight
Watching you throw hands is worse than bum fights
Bring the smoke to me I bring a gun fight
Truly you see death when you look in my eyes
Who am I
Reaper
I'm the f*ckin reaper
With the street sweeper
Control alt delete ya and everything you tweeted
No one gives a f*ck your bitch is cheating
It's probably with me yeah
NAH
Got the desi on my hip
And some resi on my lip
When I pull the prior dip
And I'm aiming at you
And I'm aiming at your bitch
I usually like to use the shiv
I wouldn't touch her with your dick
How you gone tell the whole world what you going through
Thought you was a killa what's the dilla what you gone do
Attention seeking niggas postin pictures not too fond of you
Gonna shit your knickers when I put that thang up on you
And the heater bout to blow
Thats an eagle not a crow
When you meet it say hello
As it drags you down below
Hell is where I call my home
I had to let you niggas know I got the devil in my bones
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English
Unforgiven
Don't you talk to me without permission
Dr. Doom I'm not really a clinician
But I can write you up a prescription
After I lace you up with incisions
I forgot my scalpel use the scissors
To me it really it don't make no difference
Bullet in your ass now that's an implant
Let me tell you niggas who you isn't
Tough guys
Y'all aint nothin but a bunch of tough guys
The way you pussy niggas talkin online
It's clear to me your bitch no I'm not surprised
To find you suckin dick out in the moonlight
Watching you throw hands is worse than bum fights
Bring the smoke to me I bring a gun fight
Truly you see death when you look in my eyes
Who am I
Reaper
I'm the f*ckin reaper
With the street sweeper
Control alt delete ya and everything you tweeted
No one gives a f*ck your bitch is cheating
It's probably with me yeah
NAH
Got the desi on my hip
And some resi on my lip
When I pull the prior dip
And I'm aiming at you
And I'm aiming at your bitch
I usually like to use the shiv
I wouldn't touch her with your dick
How you gone tell the whole world what you going through
Thought you was a killa what's the dilla what you gone do
Attention seeking niggas postin pictures not too fond of you
Gonna shit your knickers when I put that thang up on you
And the heater bout to blow
Thats an eagle not a crow
When you meet it say hello
As it drags you down below
Hell is where I call my home
I had to let you niggas know I got the devil in my bones
Don't you talk to me without permission
Dr. Doom I'm not really a clinician
But I can write you up a prescription
After I lace you up with incisions
I forgot my scalpel use the scissors
To me it really it don't make no difference
Bullet in your ass now that's an implant
Let me tell you niggas who you isn't
Tough guys
Y'all aint nothin but a bunch of tough guys
The way you pussy niggas talkin online
It's clear to me your bitch no I'm not surprised
To find you suckin dick out in the moonlight
Watching you throw hands is worse than bum fights
Bring the smoke to me I bring a gun fight
Truly you see death when you look in my eyes
Who am I
Reaper
I'm the f*ckin reaper
With the street sweeper
Control alt delete ya and everything you tweeted
No one gives a f*ck your bitch is cheating
It's probably with me yeah
NAH
Got the desi on my hip
And some resi on my lip
When I pull the prior dip
And I'm aiming at you
And I'm aiming at your bitch
I usually like to use the shiv
I wouldn't touch her with your dick
How you gone tell the whole world what you going through
Thought you was a killa what's the dilla what you gone do
Attention seeking niggas postin pictures not too fond of you
Gonna shit your knickers when I put that thang up on you
And the heater bout to blow
Thats an eagle not a crow
When you meet it say hello
As it drags you down below
Hell is where I call my home
I had to let you niggas know I got the devil in my bones
Writer: Gerald Pitman
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