Shawn Kemp - Da Reaper lyrics

[Hook (x4)] I pray that I make a lot of money and I get to see the world before the reaper take my soul [Verse 1] Now when the moon comes up and the sun goes down I rise out a coffin, vampire style Hop up something like Tales From The Crypt Give you goosebumps, R.L. Stein That's just normal, Nick at night sh** Tumbling around with scratchy eyelids I break in your house with the fancy-schmancy With my new handy-dandy spy kit If I ordered you a drink then I probably spiked it If we had money you would probably wife it I was all in that throat like tonsillitis Better be careful f**ing with people You don't know what make them tick and You don't know their vices He looks alive but he's lifeless f**ing with me you get k**ed for a pack of diapers I got a body in the trunk like a D.C. sniper She put a molly on her tongue now you see she hyper She just need to get out some more What's all the moaning and pouting for? Me I went broke in a who*e house Your dumb a** went broke trying to house a who*e All of the odds were against me, all of the accounts were empty Every single door was closed and not a motherf**ing single ounce of hope was in me I used to curse out god, I made a deal with the devil I ain't speaking out of term but they say I burn money on a whole nother level Petey [Hook (x4)] I pray that I make a lot of money and I get to see the world before the reaper take my soul [Verse 2] I'm encaved in an igloo of cold devotion, no emotion Drown in syrup I float the ocean Smoke a bone and put my crazy thoughts into locomotion I'm driven by sick a** sh**, I got loco-motives Ran up in the I.C.U. pissed in the I.V., I broke the roses If you can't escape [?], not at all I got a PhD in spillage, and I'm on call Walk around feeling like Curtis Snow, f** n***as we ball f** around and make an a** of yourself b**h let me hear you hee-haw You talk about stunting and sh**? b**h a do a front tuck in the whip Ho I don't give a f** I'm the sh** Tell your mother her kid is a son of a b**h Your girl gave me nothing but lip I gave that hoe nothing but dick Rapping to reaper all of my beats But everyone know that I come from the Rich Petey [Hook (x6)] I pray that I make a lot of money and I get to see the world before the reaper take my soul