Artist: MF Grimm Album: Scars & Memories Song: Crumb Snatchers Typed by: GregVersion2@yahoo.com * * send corrections to the typist [Gonzo talking over various Grimm samples] Yo, check this out All you fake ass, party ass niggaz out there That keep biting my man's shit We gonna keep it real for the 94 Monsta Island aight All you bitch ass niggaz, get the fuck out of Monsta Island aight Yo Grimm, set that shit off like this [Grimm, Verse 1] I can either help or kill like radiation Imitate Kuwait, in the motherfucking train station Mutilate like Charles Manson I'm cuttin bitches and I'm givin 'em stitches like Marla Hanson Come and test me from Brooklyn to Bahamas Battle the best and digest like Jeffrey Dahmer Mad motherfuckers murder military methods Priest of death, pass my blessings with the Smith & Wesson Punk ass rappers, I'm stickin up Straight wicked(?) rush, terror stricken cause you're butt(?) I hang with CM, Kurious George, and ?? In the streets I have a rep for pullin spirits out of bodies I show no fear, I'm not giving in So change your address, cause you're living in oblivion Emperor of evil, impress my competition 'Till my last breath, the best destroy recognition Death's the definition, rappers' fame is reduced They're scared I'm loose, and now they wanna call a truce They hate it, I made it, they waited And hesitated, but now their brains invaded Anger been in this(?), you're hearing this You're fearing this, ass I'm tearin' this(?) You get dissed, so you're pissed Cause ass I kick, always get last licks The money devil of ??, all I roll is 666 Musical mace, eyes puffy like a ?? Disgrace crews of two, and make 'em break up like dirt base(?) I cause disasters, I am the master Turning little bastards into fucking Casper So put your name on a tombstone Cause when you try to kill me, I refuse to die alone [Chorus] A lot of niggaz wanna be me, but they can't be ( but why?) Because there's only one ?? Frontin like they all that, but they just bums What they tryna snatch kid? (Crumbs) Frontin like they all that, but they just bums What they tryna snatch kid? (Crumbs) [Verse 2] Violence, plus intellectual analysis equal military thoughts Fights with other thoughts is my favorite sport(?) Quantities of entities enter me evilly He who's dumb enough to battle me, not drastically, and has to be In the world of fabrication, demonstrations of confrontations commence annihilation Let's pretend we're both guns, and make this shit erratic I'll be the revolver, you can play the automatic Automatic flip scripts, revolver show loyalty Each gun is die able, but only one's reliable You shoot fast, but in the end you jam Then I click back, and turn your brains into spam Grimm is the man and I demand my recognition Even if I have to blow your ass to spiritual submission I heard somewhere niggaz is scared of revolution Revolute against the Reaper, and get pulled from evolution I was shot a few times, and I died, and ?? Now I got beyond life, and attack the supernatural Seven shots fired, seven shots went in me Grimm was Jesus Christ, and to the concrete cause the pinned me A lot of hardcore niggaz, I just figure they're imposters Rapper's war games, and Grimm's brain name is Joshua (?) So if you want to battle then I gotta say The only winning move against Grimm Reap is not to play [Chorus] [Verse 3] As I follow Apollo, gotta prophecy in music So up the raising sun, and transform it into poetry Stalking the shadows of the human mind And leaving weary niggaz better fear me when they hear my eerie theories On the rap scene, me you can't compare Punks like to stare, but they wouldn't dare I'm givin niggaz nightmares on the streets of Elm Step into oblivion as you enter my realm I turn "boom bap" into "boom bip" My mind's on reverse shit, so you can call me Mxyzptlk Quantum lethal universe is different time and places Surrounded by an oasis of dead faces Will I die in a peaceful way, or go all out like Carlito's Way? Fuck it, gotta live Day By Day Peace to my nigga by the name of J Styles automatic, with skills of Eddie Futch Stick shift rhymes, I burn 'em out like a clutch Primitive rappers ass kick or they either(?) spark Cause you're a dinosaur, sent to a Jurassic park The Reaper's rude, drop your ass to your knees If death was food, I'll be handing out free cheese Sit back, relax, smoke some scama Niggaz screamin battle, but they brain have no armor En garde, grab the mic and take your fighting stances Like they take chances, we can battle for advances (Fuck this wheelchair) I'm in a wheelchair, but still makin money Cause I got my murder buddies wearin hoodies, who get bloody The rap Boba Fett, if you rhyme then I want ya Mental bounty hunter, of hardcore fronters Some sleep on the Reap, like I'm not nice But I don't freestyle, cause my style cost a price Tiny temptations of termination, no hesitation Retaliation to all imitation, creations was making duplications of my innovations So whatcha want niggaz? Bring it on (Bring it on) I'll blow you out the sky like Captain Kirk do the motherfuckin Klingons Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Graze ya with a razor, watch ya jugular bust Grimm is the one that flew the cuckoo's nest "Fuck the world" is written on my chest [Chorus] [Grimm talking] I represent Monsta Island (Ya don't stop) I represent Monsta Island (Ya don't stop) Big Vito's in the motherfuckin house Punks in the motherfuckin house Ya don't stop Bring it on niggaz East coast to West Grimm Reaper is the best