Blade to my neck
This scythe doesn't scare me
Ask Grim "what's next?"
Death comes eventually
I keep tryna avoid it
Now I stare at His eyes
Blade a perfect fit.
Noose a perfect tie.
I spoke to the devil
He says I scare him
Now the next level
It's time to meet Grim
I greet him with a smile
I'm ready for my fate
Hopes been gone a while
Death is on my plate.