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The Grimm Reaper will reap so don't sleep or make a peep |
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I'm deep I got a shotty and it pumps like a jeep |
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As it pump you weep, you're up shits creek |
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I'm not pumping De La Soul, I'm pumping little creeps |
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With heaps and heaps of lead, like sheep they're lead |
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To their deathbed, fed instead of making bread |
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Then left dead, ripped to shreds, twist and hanging like dreads |
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I rest heads with bed like Club Med |
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Get wise, realize that sometimes hypnotize |
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Emcees who my rhymes and lines that they memorize |
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Dropkick dipsticks, built like thick sticks and toothpicks |
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I kick ass, quick and sick like a karate flick |
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Drop you like a brick you tick |
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Flame broiled, I either fry the Burger King on mix |
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Thought you dope but you're shit, you dick I stick |
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Niggas up cause I'm a lunatic, my victims are handpicked |
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You wiped off like lipstick, seasick or homesick |
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Pretend I'm dead then beat that ass with a broomstick |
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Say one word and yes your ass I'll chase |
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That's not gas that's fear in your face |
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After words no handshake, you soft like cheesecake |
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Tough like beefsteak but sweet like shortcake |
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A young star by far that's up to par |
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No matter who you are, I'll be ready to spar |
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Cause the mic is a crowbar, my rhymes are solar |
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Classy like a jaguar, the microphone all-star |
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Grimm's a die-hard, chill on the boulevard |
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With my bodyguard, who's big like a saint bernard |
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It's a war I declare so beware it's unfair |
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Cause you can't compare gold to silverware |
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[Hook] |
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I destroy! |
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Get the fuck out my path you interfere with me |
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Go against me nigga, you don't want no deals with me |
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I destroy! |
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Get the fuck out my path you interfere with me |
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Go against me nigga, you don't want no deals with me |
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I destroy! |
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Get the fuck out my path you interfere with me |
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Go against me nigga, you don't want no deals with me |
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[Verse 2] |
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Souls are dead to my demented sentences |
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Relentless pain, no Novocain I drill like a dentist |
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Couldn't prevent this, hard like cement tape |
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Musical weight, leave you hanging like drapes |
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I crush microphones like they were grapes |
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On tour, I make a lotta papes |
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But the words you heard I mend designed and shape |
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I bent this track, sent this wack apprentice |
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Ass right back, to the drawing board |
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He was a joke to the rhyme overlord overlord overlord |
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So catch the wave like coke, I just float like a surfboard |
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Stomp in the streets, I tear up clubs |
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You reach for the mic and I leave you with nubs |
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I fry brain cells like a bag of chips |
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When the rapper try to flip or even give me lip |
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Catch me at my maddest, that's when I write my baddest shit |
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Then I lock like a pick |
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On the paper, sick 'em, another victim |
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For the musical raper, rhyme ripper |
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Style stripper, nine hipper |
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Sharp like a nail clipper |
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I'm bigger than both of the dippers |
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In very dapper, I'll go deeper than flipper |
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But when it come to rappers rappers rappers |
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Huh, y'all just little whipper snappers |
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So what up, what up, punk shut up! |
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Or get your jaw broke like Razor Ruddock |
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Aw shit, I'm at it again |
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Chasing motherfuckers like I'm Rin Tin Tin |
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The final chapter no more laughter |
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As I bomb your ass just like the day after |
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No nuclear warheads cause instead |
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All rhymes are launched by the kid who's fed |
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We're infrared to pinpoint the joint |
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Or the place of the person I chase face |
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So walk and don't try to talk |
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When I snub the stalk |
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I don't discriminate, Grimm Reaper hates |
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All emcees who grab the microphone |
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Yes I dislike them whether they're friend or foe |
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So yo, I start to throw deadly body blows |
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Eight punch combos I turn stars into John Does |
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So if you see me at a show you better G-O |
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And tiptoe your ass out the fucking door |
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I film my shows with a handy-cam |
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Before I go on I sip some brandy and |
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Sprinkle sweet rhymes like the candyman |
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And I cripple emcees, I make 'em handyman |
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I destroy |
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Get the fuck out my path |
