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Your heads is in the water and your feet are in a jam
You fucked my wife and your is life in my fuckin' hands
Gonna turn you blue - pull you up to get some air
Take you to my barn - got lots of things in there
Turnin' on the table saw and clampin' down your balls
You're puking and a screamin' but that isn't all

I am the reaper - the host of the games
The maggot - the scumbag - the master of pain
I am the reaper - the host of the games
The hammer - the shitball - the preacher of shame

The fryer's up on high over there in the kitchen
If I chopped you up and dropped you in you'd probably taste like chicken
My dog is really friendly when he chases the stick
But sometimes he's prone to chewin' on some dick

I am the reaper - the host of the games
The maggot - the scumbag - the master of pain
I am the reaper - the host of the games
The hammer - the shitball - the preacher of shame
Your heads is in the water and your feet are in a jam   You fucked my wife and your is life in my fuckin' hands   Gonna turn you blue - pull you up to get some air   Take you to my barn - got lots of things in there   Turnin' on the table saw and clampin' down your balls   You're puking and a screamin' but that isn't all      I am the reaper - the host of the games   The maggot - the scumbag - the master of pain   I am the reaper - the host of the games   The hammer - the shitball - the preacher of shame      The fryer's up on high over there in the kitchen   If I chopped you up and dropped you in you'd probably taste like chicken   My dog is really friendly when he chases the stick   But sometimes he's prone to chewin' on some dick      I am the reaper - the host of the games   The maggot - the scumbag - the master of pain   I am the reaper - the host of the games   The hammer - the shitball - the preacher of shame