HIM REAPER Lyrics

You are him

When you look at yourself in the mirror you see him

When they look at they self in the mirror they see you

There's levels to this shit

You too different

I can't go fucking on her she too regular

Wahi that nigga man don't kill the messenger

Step to the plate and I see no competitors

Step to the plate I cannot see the rest of them

Dub after dub man I feel like a wrestler

These niggas is pussy I could feel they temperature

We gon spin through the block and you know we gon air it out

I'm feeling the pressure I know that they scared now

Head in the clouds but I could see it clear now

Can't do the Henny Moët or Belair now

Took a few L's it turned me to a boss

I catch a opp running like Randy Moss

I done fucked bitches the devil won't cross

They stay with my dick in they mouth like some floss

Yeah they copy the wave but they can't steal the sauce

I don't know why they keep counting you out like you ain't been putting in pain Wahi

Like you ain't been him like you been dropping these hits

What we gonna do with them? Huhhh ?

One to the head and if not flood his body

They want my head know they praying got me

Walk around with it I keep it beside me

I am the function you cannot invite me

Look up my name and you know where to find me

All these abilities I'm Bruce almighty

26 years still ain't meet no one like me

26 years some don't make it past 19

Bobby and Whitney this shit done got rocky

Can't trust a soul only gang cus they got me

You not a bowler you can never strike me

I need a perra if I bark she gon bite me

All of these niggas act tough but won't fight me

I'm never lost cus the stars they gon guide me

I'm who they wanna be like so they copy

They copy me

Beat 'em with sticks like if we playing hockey

You wasn't there when a nigga was broke

So don't expect to be there when I'm on and popping

I can't go fucking on her she too regular

Wahi that nigga man don't kill the messenger

Step to the plate and I see no competitors

Step to the plate I cannot see the rest of them

Dub after dub man I feel like a wrestler

These niggas is pussy I could feel they temperature

We gon spin through the block and you know we gon air it out

I'm feeling the pressure I know that they scared now

Head in the clouds but I could see it clear now

Can't do the Henny Moët or Belair now

Took a few L's it turned me to a boss

I catch a opp running like Randy Moss

I done fucked bitches the devil won't cross

They stay with my dick in they mouth like some floss

Yeah they copy the wave but they can't steal the sauce