The Original - Remix) (Instrumental

There's only one Grim Reaper

Yes, there's only one me

Try to steal my name and fame

But they all my songs

Slap box with spirits

Knuckle it with omens

Try to bite my flowin

And your mouth be foamin

Act hard, I'll murder each one of em

Toast, roast the back of the heads

But blew brains two yards in front of em

Done with them

Now they all forgotten

Cause I pick fights the way slaves pick cotton

Grim Reaper AKA the Grinch

I've been hated for a while

On trial, mind state murder

Pre-meditated, evidence is my 12" inch

Chillin wit D, Smooth, Pac and also Vince

Murders mapped out at every measure

Bury enemies like they treasure

They give the Reaper so much pleasure

Bursting up the stacks, knapsacks and mental racks

Rhymes so crazy, Son of Sam did half my tracks

Next, I bring em

Crews, I fling them

Bring them all

I'll destroy your whole kingdom

I see all these niggas in the video

And I wonder if they individually pussy

Ain't no safety is in numbers

All big head rappers I will diss them

The world is too little

Grim Reaper run the fuckin solar system

I got mad flows, yeah you stole sum

You thought you had the cookie

But you only had the cookie crumbs

Slash throats and verbal combat

You stress your brain to the limit

Well I stress mine beyond that

Send all pawns, I roll with knights and rooks

If looks can kill, then your crew killed with looks

I battle ten men, wuts dyin', ten men

For those who scheme on, dream on like Bryan Pen-Pen

Master loose-leaf, but ryhme books tight

Not afraid to face death cause I know wut he looks like

Miscarriage, all thoughts impregnated

Abort pre-actions, dreams are terminated

Your craniums transparent, I can see right through you

Plus your speech is incoherent

Distortions of dialect communication

Now I gotta stop ya'll like communism

As you paradox, I rock solid like a prism

Since paralyzed I don't paint pretty pictures

In my lyric books, hips hop holy scriptures

Aggravated cause my spines severed, I rhyme forever

Dime a dozen phh me never

Legs can't move but in my head I dance

I wear a hobo straight jacket with a crooked pants

As yours go Blah, Blah

Mine go Blukah, Blukah

Step to me and crash mother fucka's like a sleepy trucker

If you try to front like you all that

I send you mail, but all mail sent will be black

Cause you tell lies of white, claim your right

But out of a 100% you rapper's, 99% bite

A sniper bullet derailed me, but like I said we're KMD

All hail me