Hellhound - J.K. The Reaper

Fuck religious bitches like Mary Mary

I guess you could say that it’s the God in me

We connect like The Odyssey

I bet I leave your body where piranhas be

I from Greensboro

Where the cops lie, and the drug dealers take EBT

Fucking hoes at A&T

That’s why her boyfriend don’t believe in me (tsss)

I ain’t been home in months, and I ain’t slept in weeks

I don’t do pills no more, but I want my ecstasy

Living my legacy, leave her in jealousy

They thought that I died (tsss), bitch, rest in peace

I can’t cry no more, bury me a G

I’m a cigarette, smoke my nicotine

7th heaven on my watch bezel

I can burn the devil, come and fuck with me

I’m a hellhound

See you at round five

Mob of The Dead

Bitch its Zip Mob

Get the zip ties

Tie his little pussy ass up

They miss the old J. K

Bitch, I don’t give a fuck

Yeah!

Murder on the menu

Murder all the time (uh)

I know what’s the issue

Demons on my spine (uh)

(Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!)

Keep these peons off my line (uh)

(Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!)

Kill them all till the world is mine (uh)

Murder on the menu

Murder all the time (uh)

I know what’s the issue

Demons on my spine (uh)

(Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!)

Keep these peons off my line (uh)

(Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!)

Kill them all till the world is mine (uh)