She glides across darkened skies and bats her black eyes
while peering down at dead meat even if you're alive
She waits for you to take a dive in the shadows she hides
Hell is low so, I say Hi she forces all goodbyes
Her hair is long and kinky curling up and falling down
She straightens it to impress a king right out of his crown
She comes out of her gown and looks appeasing on the surface
she creeps in your immune and makes your spirit nervous
She's tall and leggy with black stockings and red bows
She's seductive and ready to make you curl your toes
Grim Reaper isn't a man that's her skull and her clothes
and her sickle in the right hand to decapitate all foes
Her enemies are few because her friends don't know
how vicious she can be when you're on a roll
take it slow says life but, speed up to get it right
She's always hating, always mating, always waiting at red lights
She loves only herself, her wealth , and things that are invincible
and can prove their strength through action this is the principle
"Don't mess up!" she says in a tone so whimsical
She wants to break you completely no matter how bendable
She's so used to being victor that she'll never give in
So, live IN, live end, and keep on livin'
She doesn't have any children so, she wants to adopt yours
and make them part of her army, her vicious armed corps
She supplies the drink for those who want to be drunk
She supplies the chemicals for those who want to be crunk
She smiles at your ectasy though she has none left
Her very existence depends on your last breath
She patterns our lifestyles in a non-prejudiced way
She admires all fun-goers and allows them to play
She's been given a negative persona but, she's not that bad
she's been depicted as a witch, a low-down *****, and a hag
When she's quite the opposite clad in silk and other raiments
her garb is always clean never dirty or blood-tainted
You see hell is replaced by a female's scorn
When she's upset there's no peace, no sex, no child born
She'll cook, clean, and massage even do a little dance
make a little love even give you another chance
but, when a woman's fed up... ya betta call ya mama
because she brings the pain and all the drama
She is the daughter of the devil and the mother of an angel
She attacks liars and cursed ones from each and every angle
her banner is star-spangled her stripes are bright and bold
she holds scales in one hand and in the other your soul
Keep her happy young man and she'll make you old and gray
She knows you, learn her and she just might stay
She just might play games with your mind gone astray
Will she leave you to the buzzards? as for that, I can't say
while peering down at dead meat even if you're alive
She waits for you to take a dive in the shadows she hides
Hell is low so, I say Hi she forces all goodbyes
Her hair is long and kinky curling up and falling down
She straightens it to impress a king right out of his crown
She comes out of her gown and looks appeasing on the surface
she creeps in your immune and makes your spirit nervous
She's tall and leggy with black stockings and red bows
She's seductive and ready to make you curl your toes
Grim Reaper isn't a man that's her skull and her clothes
and her sickle in the right hand to decapitate all foes
Her enemies are few because her friends don't know
how vicious she can be when you're on a roll
take it slow says life but, speed up to get it right
She's always hating, always mating, always waiting at red lights
She loves only herself, her wealth , and things that are invincible
and can prove their strength through action this is the principle
"Don't mess up!" she says in a tone so whimsical
She wants to break you completely no matter how bendable
She's so used to being victor that she'll never give in
So, live IN, live end, and keep on livin'
She doesn't have any children so, she wants to adopt yours
and make them part of her army, her vicious armed corps
She supplies the drink for those who want to be drunk
She supplies the chemicals for those who want to be crunk
She smiles at your ectasy though she has none left
Her very existence depends on your last breath
She patterns our lifestyles in a non-prejudiced way
She admires all fun-goers and allows them to play
She's been given a negative persona but, she's not that bad
she's been depicted as a witch, a low-down *****, and a hag
When she's quite the opposite clad in silk and other raiments
her garb is always clean never dirty or blood-tainted
You see hell is replaced by a female's scorn
When she's upset there's no peace, no sex, no child born
She'll cook, clean, and massage even do a little dance
make a little love even give you another chance
but, when a woman's fed up... ya betta call ya mama
because she brings the pain and all the drama
She is the daughter of the devil and the mother of an angel
She attacks liars and cursed ones from each and every angle
her banner is star-spangled her stripes are bright and bold
she holds scales in one hand and in the other your soul
Keep her happy young man and she'll make you old and gray
She knows you, learn her and she just might stay
She just might play games with your mind gone astray
Will she leave you to the buzzards? as for that, I can't say