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M.I.C
M.I.C
M.I.C
The Grimm Reaper will reap, so don't sleep or make a peep
I'm deep, I got a shotty and it pumps like a jeep
As it pump, you weep, you're up Schitt's Creek
I'm not Pumping De La Soul, I'm pumping little creeps
With Heaps and heaps of lead like sheep
They're led to their deathbed, fed instead of making bread
Then left dead, ripped to shreds, twist and hanging like dreads
I rest heads to bed like Club Med
Get wise, realize that sometimes hypnotize
Emcees through my rhymes and lines that they memorize
Dropkick dipsticks, built like thick sticks
Or toothpicks, I kick ass quick and sick
Like a karate flick, chop you like a brick, you tick
Flame-broiled or either fried, the Burger King'll mix
Thought you're dope, but you're shit, you dick, I stick niggas up
'Cause I'm a lunatic, my victims are handpicked
You're wiped off like lipstick, seasick or homesick
Pretend I'm dead then beat that ass with a broomstick
Say one word, and, yes, your ass I'll chase
That's not gas, that's fear in your face
After words, no handshake, you're soft like cheesecake
Tough like beefsteak but sweet like shortcake
A young star, by far, that's up to par
No matter who you are, I'll be ready to spar
'Cause the mic is a crowbar, my rhymes are solar
Classy like a Jaguar, the microphone all-star
Grimm's a die-hard, chill on the boulevard
With my bodyguard who's big like a St. Bernard
So war I declare, so beware it's unfair 'cause
You can't compare gold to silverware
(I destroy) Get the fuck off my path, you're interfering with me
Go against me, nigga, you don't want no deals with me
(I destroy) Get the fuck off my path, you're interfering with me
Go against me, nigga, you don't want no deals with me
(I destroy) Get the fuck off my path, you're interfering with me
Go against me, nigga, you don't want no deals with me
Your flows are dead to my demented sentences
Relentless pain, no Novocain, I drill like
A dentist, you couldn't prevent this
Hard like cement tape, musical rape leave you hanging like drapes
I crush microphones like they were grapes on
Tour, I make a lot of papes
But the words you heard, I mend, designed, and shape up
Bent this track, sent his wack apprentice
Ass right back to the drawing board
He was a joke to the rhyme overlord
Overlord, overlord, so
Catch the wave like coke or just float like a surfboard
Stomp in the streets, I tear up clubs
You reach for the mic, and I'll leave you with nubs
I fry brain cells like a bag of chips
When a rapper try to flip or either give me lip
Catch me at my maddest, that's when I write my
Baddest shit, then I lock like a pick
On the paper, stick 'em, another victim for the musical
Raper, rhyme-ripper, style-stripper, none hipper
Sharp like a nail clipper, I'm bigger than both of the Dippers
And very dapper, I'll go deeper, then flip her
But when it come to rappers, rappers, rappers
Huh, y'all just little whippersnappers
So what up, what up, punk, shut up
Or get your jaw broke like Razor Ruddock
Aw, shit, I'm at it again
Chasing motherfuckers like I'm Rin Tin Tin
The final chapter, no more laughter
As I bomb your ass just like the day after
No nuclear warheads 'cause, instead
All rhymes are launched by the kid who's fed
With infrared to pinpoint the joint or
The place or the person I chase's face
So walk and don't try to talk when I stomp or stalk
I don't discriminate, Grimm Reaper hates
All emcees who grab the microphone
Yes, I dislike them whether they're friend or foe
So, yo, I start to throw deadly body blows
Eight-punch combos, I turn stars into John
Does, so if you see me at a show, you better
G-O and tiptoe your ass out the fucking door
I film my shows with a handy-cam
Before I go on, I sip some brandy and
Sprinkle sweet rhymes like the Candyman
And I cripple emcees, I'll make 'em Handi-Man
I destroy (Get the fuck off my path)
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