The Grinning Grim Reaper

You don't wanna see the sicko psycho smile
His arms a set of sickles swinging, violent
A silent tyrant always gripping bad intent
He's sipping wet cement and spitting brick
A pitchfork picking lunatic
Demented, the demon truly meant it
The sentimental devil left the mental dented
He kept it, prepped it, possessed to disinfect it
His instruments were meant to fry your eyes and senses

I would worry if you saw the cold cryptid salute
In the corner of your room, a soul ripping cartoon
Grim grinning in your back seat, sinning for two
Beginning with you, sold to the devil in costume