Reaper

I’m hot like a black-ass T-shirt out here, dark on dark Ray Bans to fend off the peepers I make a little gore Crisply, keep it off my sneakers Never spotted like a leaper At evening without a team. I overstock Glocks, no need to re-up on ammo Cough a little when I pop and blow I’m sick but please don’t cure me Ask the police, I prefer to stay Dirty, kind of like a worm I dig under the surface, kind of like sperm I bust out with a purpose Real talk sermons To the sacrificial virgins I’m like a disease flesh is All I can eat I'm lake michigan you fools Is kiddie pools, pitiful, similar To the piff we push