I be writing these rhymes,
Dropping the undead like I’m Rick Grimes,
Walking through the deathly fields,
Passing by all those who choose to yield,
Putting pressure on everyone who holds up a shield,
I stab, slash, and clash with the demons,
They calling my name from the underworld like I’m their favorite heathen,
Standing by the sands of time I keep goin,
In a never ending battle I fight with death,
The Reaper following until my last breath,
I’ll keep writing and writing until I can’t rest,
Making songs til I know I’m the best,
Keep the switch in your pockets,
Your girl got a picture of me inside her locket,
I be playing with the devil til I’m stuck in his cage,
Playing cards with the devil but imma take the stage,
I be writing these rhymes,
Dropping the undead like I’m Rick Grimes,
Walking through the deathly fields,
Passing by all those who choose to yield,
Putting pressure on everyone who holds up a shield,
I stab, slash, and clash with the demons,
They calling my name from the underworld like I’m their favorite heathen,
Standing by the sands of time I keep goin,
Took my soul and sold it for a pretty profit,
All these other fools in the click couldn’t cop it,
Down with the darkness cuz I can’t get my mind off it,
Running wild with the shadows I’ll never stop it,
In the whip and I crashed it,
Breathing fresh air when I shouldn’t have it,
Mean what I say and say what I mean,
Down the road at 120 only the wreckage and blood to clean,
I be writing these rhymes,
Dropping the undead like I’m Rick Grimes,
Walking through the deathly fields,
Passing by all those who choose to yield,
Putting pressure on everyone who holds up a shield,
I stab, slash, and clash with the demons,
They calling my name from the underworld like I’m their favorite heathen,
Standing by the sands of time I keep goin,
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