Meet Joe Black

Listen, I'm ridin' with the reaper
Told him, "The pleasure was all mine and
I was dyin' just to meet ya" (What up?)
No handshakes and a stare colder
Than a freezer
Had to chill knowin' that death could
Be over in a breather he told me I was eager
Too much in my feelings
All this emotion makes it hard
For me to reach ya
Just stay calm, so I can teach ya
I kill all students who don't believe
The violent words of the reaper (Come on)
Nah, I think that you a keeper
Remember in 6th grade, the switchblade
Threw the kid in a sleeper (I remember)
Then you hid in the bleachers
Sat and watched like a proud dad
Outcast, angel in hell burnin' without ash
(So you been watchin')
Do you know the smell of a rotten body?
(You know I do)
Would you go to hell for a Maserati? (Umm)
I'm just askin' this for a friend of mine
You say yes
We'll be doin' this 'til the end of time
Slow down, I see us a victim
Let's get it crackin' on him hop out
Empty a drum and stop all the traffic on him
(Rrrrr)
They won't even need a casket for him (Why?)
Better him than you
Body'll melt like you threw some acid on him
(Damn)
Yeah, I'm a cold nigga (That's facts)
Get a hold of ya spirit
And watch ya soul shiver (Soul)
When you chefin' a drug it
Cook on the stove quicker (True)
Kill your community
Soon to be in that gold Vigor
(deadass, bruh?)
That's the one that you always wanted
Right? (That's the one)
Did all the murders and know you stuntin'
Right? (Shit, I'm doin' good)
I told ya I'd be the one to do it
(I'm rappin' now)
That's just a fantasy when it come to music
Now that you set up
Time to pay all the dividends
The jewelry, the cars
The lavish crib that you livin' in
(Fuck you mean?)
I swear takin these souls is so rivetin'
You niggas think there's no price to
Pay when you get it in
(I ain't payin' shit)
See, most of you killers be
Gettin' lost on me
(I ain't runnin' from nothin)
Get 'em a family and go soft on me
(I ain't got no family)
But I don't need none of you niggas
Been recruitin' for years
Me and my homie we got a large army
(Your homie?)
Get religious and sick God on me
(Tuu, buggin') but I don't fear none
Get me a soldier to do the job for me (Who?)
Your God ain't nearly as old
I'm weary and cold
But really I'm just here for ya soul
The reaper