Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Crumb Snatchers , by - MF Grimm. Release date: 06.06.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Crumb Snatchers |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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) |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |