Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crumb Snatchers, artist - MF Grimm.
Date of issue: 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 |