[Intro] (low spoken over klezmer clarinet drone + rain) Highland Park estate… lights still on at 2 a.m. Avi “Iron Dome” Goldstein thought his money and his cause made him untouchable. Reaper don’t care about flags, tribes, or causes. Evil is evil. Tonight the Zionist donor pays in full. [Hook] (catchy, slow, hypnotic — repeat this energy) Zionist king, but the Reaper collects the debt Thinks his flag makes him holy, still ends up wet Greedy hands fundin’ bombs while Chicago bled Now the Reaper’s comin’ for that arrogant head Zionist king, but the Reaper collects the debt Every view that calls others less, every soul you wrecked Chicago owns you now, no matter what you claim Reaper takes the power… and your fuckin’ name [Verse 1] (slow chill flow, every line cold and deliberate) A friend's anti-Zionist crew hit my encrypted line last week Said Avi been threatenin’ family's, callin’ Americans “animals” on repeat Runs a shadow loan empire out of Highland Park mansions Funds West Bank settlements with every dollar he wrenches Harasses every critic in the city, sends crews to smash windows Calls non-Jews “goyim cattle” while he counts his zeros Blackmails shops with fake charities, traffics girls for his donors Hell’s demons whisper his name in terror, acting abnormal Views the world as beneath his chosen bloodline Thinks his cause justifies every mutha' fuckin' crime I watched him for nights, private fundraisers full of donors in suits Smilin’ while he wired cash to bombs and boots [Verse 2] (flow stays slow and heavy) Plan was simple, clean, no crew, no trace Scrambler on my belt killed every camera in the place Slipped into his Highland Park estate during the private donor night Waited in the study while he bragged about the goyim fight He stood there toastin’ “Greater Israel” with champagne in hand Laughin’ how critics are “enemies of the land” This man a fuckin' demon in the flesh, pure evil incarnate Even demons hidin' in the dark worry for the Reaper’s fate I stepped from the velvet curtain, cloak drippin’ silent rain He dropped his glass, eyes wide, knew the end had came “Reaper,” he whispered, “I got connections, I got power, name your price” I leaned in close — “Your cause ends here tonight” [Small Break 1] (beat strips to lone klezmer clarinet wail + heartbeat 808, 8 seconds pure dread) [Verse 3] (sick 12-bar — slower, nastier, personal kill) I grabbed him by the collar, slammed his face on the marble desk Forced him to watch the videos of the kids his money wrecked Made him read every name of the families his donations erased While I carved “ZIONIST” deep across his chest in perfect place Whispered every lie he spread about the “others” he called less Every time he justified bombs on civilians in his press Then I wrapped his own Israeli flag tight around his throat Pulled it slow like a victory banner while he snuff n' choked Eyes bulgin’ wide, watchin’ his empire bleed out slow Last breath smelled like fear and the causes he loved so Personal touch — I left him slumped in his donor chair Star of David pin still pinned to his blood-soaked hair [Small Break 2] (klezmer violin screech + rain, 8 seconds of pure tension) [Verse 4] (slow chill flow, wrapping the plan) Set the scene like a revenge murder from the east coast Fake note on his laptop, “Couldn’t carry the weight I boast” Wiped every surface, slipped out the servant door in the rain City lights blurred as I vanished with no trace, no pain Crew gets the call by sunrise, smiles through the slime “One less donor fundin’ death with every dime” I left his tongue on the desk as a final evil sign So the next Zionist donor knows not to cross the line Blood pooled under the Star of David pin he wore with pride A message carved deep: your cause just fucking died I drive through the storm, relief settlin’ deep in my chest Another evil erased, Chicago breathes a little less stressed [Hook] (full seductive explosion — same catchy hook) Zionist king, but the Reaper collects the debt Thinks his flag makes him holy, still ends up wet Greedy hands fundin’ bombs while Chicago bled Now the Reaper’s comin’ for that arrogant head Zionist king, but the Reaper collects the debt Every view that calls others less, every soul you wrecked Chicago owns you now, no matter what you claim Reaper takes the power… and your fuckin’ name [Verse 5] (final cold close) No cause, no flag, no money can hide from the blade Reaper owns the city — every debt gets paid Zionists, gangsters, mobsters — all the same in the end Evil anywhere gets brought to the Reaper’s hand Avi learned the hard way, the shadows came callin’ Supremacy don’t save you when the reaper crawlin’ [Outro] (fading klezmer clarinet + rain + low Reaper laugh) Highland Park sleeps quiet now… the donors stay shook One less Zionist king writin’ checks with blood Reaper still ridin’, cloak drippin’ with the rain Any evil left in Chicago? Better hide your name.
