Текст песни Gloom - nothing,nowhere.

Another day, another dollar, treat this shit like I'm blue collar
Never had a bit of drama, never had no fuckin' problems
I've been doin' this since I was spittin' shit on Burnt CDs
Not MP3's, dial up and no PC, it's only me, I'm 'bout it

Say you goin' harder than me, well, bitch, I doubt it
I make 20 songs in a week, lil' boy, go count it
Say you goin' harder than me, well, bitch, I doubt it
Saw you got too lost in the sauce, you can't reroute it

Mister manic murder man, you better get a further plan
I'm livin' in the haunted wood, you livin' out in Hollywood
I'm talkin' to the witches now
I'm callin' all you bitches now
I'm makin' better music in the town, I'm less than two thou

Really shouldn't walk through the woods in the nighttime
Full moon and I feel it's the right time

You are officially tuned in to Reaper Radio
All the vibes for your demise

Say you goin' harder than me, well, bitch, I doubt it
I make 20 songs in a week, lil' boy, don't count it
Say you goin' harder than me, well, bitch, I doubt it
Say you got too lost in the sauce, you can't reroute it

R to the E to the A, to the P to the E to the R
To the R to the E to the A, to the P to the E to the R
The cult of the Reaper saved me
May any opposition rest in peace