Lyrics
I make more noise than a chainsaw
Insane pain caused then drained just to give your brain more
I write rhymes with no strain, wet rappers like rain
Bust caps like John Wayne, Shaft or Shane
To build a name, you came to battle me
Get crushed like a candy cane or cancelled like Fame
Always maintain, I elevate game
Grimm use all styles like Sonny Chiba use crane
A drunken monk on a punk and leave his ribs sunken
From given fight, hearts get shrunken
Vocals never shitty just clean, an instrumental Idi Amin
You limp out, I rip out your spleen
Mind tricks like a Jedi, my right eye’s a dead eye
Fuck a drive-by, do walk-bys or fly-bys
To the cops I’m the roughest
I’ll put on Starsky and Hutch’s on motherfucking crutches
Put to sleep like a stray
I’m so fly I’ll pull your girl in a Cavalier and Santa Clause sleigh
No sucker can serve me
I’ll have them running circles like a horse in the fucking Kentucky Derby
Competition I’m bagging
Cause niggas try to preach and teach but full of shit like Jimmy Swaggart
Fuck him up, give the nigga more, his ass is mine
Greg Valentine, I throw him in the figure four
Nothing to lose and all to gain
My mother thought she’s Raising Arizona but she end up Raising fucking Cain
There’s not too many fly-er
Cause I’m cute, but at the same time I find that i’m Michael Myers
I’m about to make dough and niggas hate it
I keep my gun at my hip band, the shit is nickel-plated
Half my life I been called a loser, a bully, abuser
But now I’m making payments on my name
So watcha want, nigga?
«So step up if you wanna get hurt» [--Milk Dee
«Battle anybody I don’t care if you…» [--LL Cool J
«Step up if you wanna get hurt»
«Battle anybody I don’t care if you…»
I’m tapping niggas jaws like a phone
I don’t care, I don’t have it all there upstairs, I’m not home
The Reaper gets real mean
I rip a show like a fat bitch who rip a pair of tight jeans
Take no jocks so, trying to get locked, no
My beeper so fly, niggas think I’m 5−0
Niggas down with us frowning us
When me and Raida turn our backs and snatch all our fucking tracks
Niggas try to uplift but then they linger
The only thing I’m lifting is my middle motherfucking finger
«If you’re a gangster, then what are you doing in hip hop?»
I’m trying to make ends meet and not die in the fucking streets
Niggas come out talking «fuck the police» and make a few dollars
Now they rap about fucking peace
My job is to break necks
I’m not jumping on the bandwagon trying to sound like Das-EFX
Lost will to live and going insane, my brain’s in pain
I need therapy but it’s not free
Rappers run around in a rampage in a video
But look scared as shit when they on stage
Life get snuffed out, how fast it passes
TEC-9 blast took care of they cocky asses
Too many Rocky movie or karate classes
Try to get sassy, I’ll break your arm like it’s taffy
Death or die together, I spray once
Grimm torch a horse, spooking brothers like a seance
Battle anybody and take them quick
Fuck the world, and all of you can suck my dick!
So watcha want, nigga?