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Now that's what I call dark magic This a robbery Ain't no point in stoppin' me I had to drop a tape 'cause nobody does it more properly, yo On my property, breathin' some philosophy Say anything you want but I promise that you can't bother me 3K for that closet that you livin' in I got a pool and a pond, which one I'm dippin' in? Dirt roads, stay away from the turnpikes I got a lot of land and a track for the dirt bikes Kickin' down the dough, I got a hatchet and a 45 Now it's go time, motherfucker, I got no time Step in front the Reaper Ranch, I got you in the crosshair You a city boy, motherfucker, you a nothing He tried to call for help but ain't nobody hearin' you Not a single soul around and I can see the fear in you Can't call 9-1-1, somebody tell this motherfucker where the fuck I'm from N to the O, T to the H, I to the N, N to the G N to the O, W to the H, E to the R and the R to the E Breaking news: The dark magic no longer has any competitors in this timeline. Going anywhere near the cult of the reaper is a dangerous game and is not recommended whatsoever. Stay safe Aus Songtexte Mania