LIGHTNING GOD REAPER Lyrics

Man, fuck a chorus, I don't need it

I'll just spit it, cause I'm heated

How you sayin' that you kill 'em

When the opposition's weaklin's

That's some weak shit, here's some real shit

Imma show you how it's done

Once I'm finished with your ass

They goin' call you Laz's son (yuh)

You a young buck

But can't fuck with this veteran

Man, I'll leave your head stuck

On the wall, you're my specimen

Bambi just ran out of luck

Ain't no room for comparison

Now it's time to run amuck, bitch

And I'm the one that runs shit

You ain't ever had real competition

You've been playing with the worms

Thinkin' yourself a magician

But I ain't no Yung Cuck

I don't get put into submission

Homie, you look like you've been needin' some nutrition

So, here I come

No "U" in it, but I bet you wish there was

So you can fill in all the E Girls that hit your dms up

Cross one off your list as you chase another bust

But little do you know you're 'bout to get your antler ass stuffed

By the new king

The one hiding in the shadows

Came back from the gallows

And he loaded with some ammo

Go commando on your life

Leave you mute like you Acco

Only difference, you ain't wholesome

And you're about to lose this battle (yuh)

What do you say, Fire God Ether?

Can you keep up with the lightning of the God Reaper?

I'm a creature from the heavens

But my power is so devilish

Thinkin' of a comeback?

That might as well be a death wish

Man, fuck a chorus, I don't need it

I'll just spit it, cause I'm heated

How you sayin' that you kill 'em

When the opposition's weaklin's

That's some weak shit, here's some real shit

Imma show you how it's done

Once I'm finished with your ass

They goin' call you Laz's son (yuh)

You a young buck

But can't fuck with this veteran

Man, I'll leave your head stuck

On the wall, you're my specimen

Bambi just ran out of luck

Ain't no room for comparison

Now it's time to run amuck, bitch

And I'm the one that runs shit

Don't get it twisted, homie

This ain't a diss

I've always wanted to go toe to toe with you

Now let's reminisce

Remember when you came to me for help with rap?

Before you started switching avatars and bouncing laps?

Those were the days

But now, shit has changed

I've seen that you've improved

And you're setting shit ablaze

Man, I'm proud of you

But I wanna see what else you can do

I think a battle between me and you is long overdue

So, let go get it

When you're simpin', it's pathetic

When I'm rhymin', it's prophetic

You goin' need an anesthetic

After I kill you with poetics

You can try to put away the headset

But I'll still play your metaphoric ass like a chess set

I'm the Lightning God Reaper

Imma, Imma blow out your speakers

With my axe by my side, I'm goin' huntin' tonight

If you see me in the shadows, then get ready to die

Man, fuck a chorus, I don't need it

I'll just spit it, cause I'm heated

How you sayin' that you kill 'em

When the opposition's weaklin's

That's some weak shit, here's some real shit

Imma show you how it's done

Once I'm finished with your ass

They goin' call you Laz's son (yuh)

You a young buck

But can't fuck with this veteran

Man, I'll leave your head stuck

On the wall, you're my specimen

Bambi just ran out of luck

Ain't no room for comparison

Now it's time to run amuck, bitch

And I'm the one that runs shit