[Verse 1: J.K. The Rapper] Everybody want that fire bitch I got that cold You gon boil in that shit keep talking bout that gold End up the river without a paddle fucking with them hoes Wonder why we laughing at yo ass? cause you a fucking joke Tom Clancy flow, better duck when you under the scope Ain't no hope, in FANG we trust, the look up to us like I'm the pope Fucking right, fucking dope Fool talk shit but where he go? I know he irrelevant but my S's got love for hoes steppin' in Take her back to the pink room, then bring her back to hell again 7 deadly sins rolling with 7 deadly men Oh know here we go again, see right through yo window tint Oh, now niggas wanna get tense? better tighten up with yo ho loose This life ill & that's so true, but at least you ain't met death yet Have you face time with Satan if you keep fucking round with them death threats Yeah, I'm Erick Draven raising out that black haven Bring any rapper to this graveyard & watch me fucking slay em nigga
[Hook] If everything gold watch em boil in the gold mine Say they want my soul? can't do it, I ain't got one If everything gold watch em boil in the gold mine Say they want my soul? can't do it, I ain't got one This reaper music, reaper music, reaper music ho The devil's keepers music, you gotta listen to it This reaper music, reaper music, reaper music ho The devil's keepers music, you gotta listen to it
[Verse 2: J.K. The Rapper] I'm tired of sober bitches talking bout taking molly Let me see you try to turn up in yo muthafuckin' casket I'm tired of broke niggas talking bout illuminati Get a life & get off fucking media take out you faggots I've had it, fuck it & I can't take it no more & I ain't fucking no whore unless her pussy looks like heavens doors & I won't hesitate to smack a bitch with my dick Bitch it's 1996, get with it or turn the channel quick muthafucka
[Hook] If everything gold watch em boil in the gold mine Say they want my soul? can't do it, I ain't got one If everything gold watch em boil in the gold mine Say they want my soul? can't do it, I ain't got one This reaper music, reaper music, reaper music ho The devil's keepers music, you gotta listen to it This reaper music, reaper music, reaper music ho The devil's keepers music, you gotta listen to it
[Verse 3: Speakz] Came up out the tomb, my resurrection was perfection While them pussy bubblegummers saw all red like they were benson Cool with me, my eulogy was written with eternity Calvin Klein cologne baller, that was just the jew in me Ha, lodi dodi still dreaming of the Audi European auto body smashing like ????? Heard you go the thirst, well I went & got a hearse Big enough to body earth, I make a wave & watch em surf Now everybody shallow so I drown em in my current But never that for me, ???? is too perfect Black magic women got me stiffer than a corpse She dropped dead gorgeous I might fuck her in my morgue The gold mine
[Verse 4: Bones] Bones SESH FANG, Life
Graveyard God Switch blade in my jaw Steadily creepin' through the night Steadily reaching out the door Find me leaping out the car Flicking my blade, not giving a fuck Come as you are or don't come in at all Reaper, the beamer, I'm cutting em off From my flow I'mma go I'mma take em back to the 1-9-9-4 Young pimp named Bones Skin white like ghost Flow crack like socks in the hood on the block