[Intro: low menacing growl over dusty vinyl crackle] Heard from the honey pot late last night, voice shaking on the line Said she met a regular delivery man, seemed real kind But something in his eyes made her stomach turn real quick Told me “Reaper, dig on this one, something ain’t right with this prick” I ran the plates, ran the name, ran the routes he drove every day Found the basement, found the cameras, found the price he made ‘em pay This wasn’t just a creep — this was pure evil in plain sight [Hook] R.E.A.P.E.R. in the shadows, silent and cold E.D.D.I.E. thought he was safe, but the story’s been told H.O.N.E.Y. P.O.T. dropped the word, now the reaper’s on go B.R.I.G.H.T.O.N. Park about to watch a monster get smoked R.E.A.P.E.R. creeping closer, death in my veins No crew, no gang, just the wrath and the pain [Verse 1] Eddie Kowalski drove the same white van through Brighton Seemed like a quiet guy, friendly with everyone Honey pot said he offered rides to the girls real late Thought he was just a creep tryna get a date But I dug deeper, found the basement soundproofed and cold C.A.M.E.R.A.S. rolling while he tortured and sold Abducting from his routes, filming every scream Selling the footage dark web, living out his evil dream Three bodies in the Cal-Sag, weighted down with chain This man was worse than the honey pot ever explained Coached little league, smiled at the moms, played the perfect role But behind closed doors he turned young girls into his personal show [Instrumental Break: 8 seconds — heavy cowbell and low brass stabs] [Verse 2] He coached little league on the weekends, waved at the moms Drove the same white van, delivered right to their homes But the girls that got in never made it back home F.O.U.N.D. in his basement, chained up all alone I watched the tapes, saw the things that he did T.O.R.T.U.R.E. sessions for the sick bids Worse than the honey pot knew, this wasn’t just a perv This was a full operation, feeding his twisted urge Brighton Park thought he was harmless, the quiet family man Now the Reaper’s in his rearview, game plan in hand Demons already whispering, turning his mind to glass Making him feel the fear he gave those girls at last [Bridge: lead from first half to second] First half showed the monster, now the second shows the end Demons in the dark already whispering his name again Time to close the chapter, time to make the devil pay Reaper stepping out the shadows, no more games left to play [Verse 3] I let the demons whisper first, make him paranoid and scared Shadows in his house, footsteps when nobody’s there He started locking doors, checking mirrors in the night Didn’t know the real monster was already in his sight I stepped from the dark, cloak dripping with rain Grabbed him by the throat while he screamed out in vain No quick death for a man who filmed the pain he caused I made him feel every second of the fear he enforced R.E.A.P.E.R. finished the job, left him slumped in the chair Another evil erased from the Brighton Park air But before the end I made him watch his own tapes on repeat Forced him to see the horror he created, made him feel defeat [Instrumental Break: 8 seconds — trunk-rattling 808s and brass hits] [Verse 4] I dragged him to the basement where he made the girls scream Tied him to the same chair, made it real, made it mean Cut him slow with the same blades he used on them Made him beg and cry the way he made them beg for him Poured bleach in the wounds while he thrashed and he cried Whispered every victim’s name as the light left his eyes Smashed his kneecaps, broke every finger one by one Made him feel the pain he gave until the job was done R.E.A.P.E.R. finished the job, left him slumped in the chair Another evil erased from the Brighton Park air Now the route is quiet, no more girls disappear Brighton Park breathing lighter, but the evil still near [Hook] R.E.A.P.E.R. in the shadows, silent and cold E.D.D.I.E. thought he was safe, but the story’s been told H.O.N.E.Y. P.O.T. dropped the word, now the reaper’s on go B.R.I.G.H.T.O.N. Park about to watch a monster get smoked R.E.A.P.E.R. creeping closer, death in my veins No crew, no gang, just the wrath and the pain [Outro: fading over dusty vinyl crackle and low brass] Yeah… another one down Brighton Park sleeps tonight Reaper still ridin’ Evil don’t hide…
