Gloom کے بول

'Nother day, another dollar Treat this shit like I'm blue collar Never had a bit of drama Never had no fuckin' problems I been doin' this since I was spittin' shit on burnt CDs No MP3, just Dial-Up, an old PC, it's only me I'm 'bout it Say you goin' harder than me Well bitch I doubt it I make twenty songs in a week Lil' boy go count it Say you goin' harder than me Well bitch I doubt it Saw you got too lost in the sauce You can't reroute it Mister manic murder man You better get a further plan I'm livin' in the haunted woods You livin' out in Hollywood I'm talkin' to the witches now I'm callin' all you bitches now I'm makin' better music in a town of less than two thou' Mmmh Really shouldn't walk through the woods in the nighttime Full Moon and I feel it's the right time You are officially tuned into Reaper Radio All the vibes for your demise 'Bout it Say you goin' harder than me Well bitch I doubt it I make twenty songs in a week Lil' boy go count it Say you goin' harder than me Well bitch I doubt it Saw you got too lost in the sauce You can't reroute it R to the E to the A, to the P to the E to the R To the R to the E to the A, to the P to the E to the R The Cult of the Reaper saved me May any opposition rest in peace