Lyrics

Down in the pines where the shadows creep
The wind tells tales that won't let you sleep
They whisper his name like a hiss through the night

It ain't no chili
It ain't no joke
The Carolina Reaper wears a blackened cloak

Oh run run run
He's on the prowl
The Carolina Reaper's comin' now
It's not just heat that'll make you cry
The Reaper's here and the moon's gone shy

His scythe drips cold
But his laugh burns hot
He's faster than flames
And he can't be caught
Leaves crunch loud
But his steps don't sound

It ain't a pepper
It ain't a game
The Carolina Reaper knows your name

Oh run run run
He's on the prowl
The Carolina Reaper's comin' now
It's not just heat that'll make you cry
The Reaper's here and the moon's gone shy