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I am that Nigga you should be afraid of.
Grave Digger grim reaper call me God's karma.

In the end When everything is gone in the split of splitting second  
Bury you above your child right next to your mama with all your family members
Alone in the mirror still living in denial
Fucked with The God The one The Holy child
I am but the hand of your unholy demise  
The pain the sword that cut you shorter of a swift trial.
Ever wonder where life would be if you didn't fuck with me where you go after you die?
Shivers deep in your soul, you didn't even see it coming
Lost in this world, broke cold and having nothing
Face the facts dawg you all amount to nothing
Like a curse my rage quietly descended upon you
I let you live just to strip you of everything you ever tried or amount to
Bury you alive in the rain can you hear the shovel
Look at me as you scream yes your life is over
The 1st shovel of dirt hit the casket and the glass gets covered.
Ever wonder where life would be if you didn't fuck with me where you would go after you die?  
It's almost over now...

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