It's the reaper from the North with the eyes like hawk He was talking all that tough shit now he outlined in chalk I been breaking down the lines bitch I'm so lit I can't talk And I been drinking too much Honey Jacks I can't even walk But I'm still Fillin' up my fuckin cup Vision blurred bitch I still don't give no fuck Off the white like a fuckin' Hockey puck Get them bands bitch you know I run it up