| You don’t have a truth-telling style
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| What are you talking about?
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| You don’t know what this is
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| The Grim Reaper’s visiting with you
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| I kill 'em all
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| I’m indestructible, you can’t cause a dent
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| Tell you what I do and who I represent
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| See I represent murderers and felony offenders
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| Weave and buck timeout to get legal tenders
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| Who won’t just hurt you, return you back to sender
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| You’re on the guest list, skip the line
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| VIP treatment, hit with the nine
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| Twisted sadistic statistic of crime
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| Gingerbread rule world, there’s no negotiating
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| Send you a bomb in the mail like Kaczynski
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| Certain stars in hip-hop are being eliminated
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| Then they get chopped up, turned into mince meat
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| Burn them alive, leave clues for the manhunt
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| So they can chase me, that’s what I want
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| Cause they can’t catch me, one step ahead of them
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| Your favorite hip-hop star Gingy murders them
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| One by one
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| I kill 'em off
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| Why do I do it?
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| I’m just addicted
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| God complex, I hate when they spit shit
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| So I get rid of them, sometimes it’s horrible
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| Blood all over the studio, terrifying
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| One freestyled before dying, fucked up crying
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| Knew I could see right through all his lying
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| Oxygen is precious, best they leave
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| Grabbed by the throat, choked until they can’t breathe
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| Something excite me when a rapper can’t breathe
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| Dispose of his body parts then a nigga breathes
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| Can’t stop the urge plus some pay me G’s
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| Call of the wild, I’m about to go on a spree
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| I’m very rational, plus stay calculating
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| So when it’s time come there’ll be no hesitating
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| Rappers tortured, victims dominate
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| I crush they spirit and they mic and it’s on tape
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| They can talk shit about guns and be brolic
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| But when I kill them off it’s symbolic
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| Cold blooded, half baked psychopath
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| Listen to 'em scream, dipped in acid bath
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| Who live through it?
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| They don’t have a chance
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| When I hunt it’s like I’m in a trance
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| I hunt emcees, brag that they stars
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| Torture chamber burnt with sixteen bars
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| Page from rhyme book sent to the media
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| Crime so well done, not caught by medium
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| Legend in own mind, who’s gonna appreciate it
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| One million clap, audience of a schizophrenic
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| Never apologetic, world needs the truth
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| Ruthless, bodies found dead in vocal booth
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| I kill off livers and deadpan
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| Catch me if you can, I’m the Gingerbread Man
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| You’re all gonna die
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| If he dies, he dies
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| Kill 'em off |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gingy , by - MF Grimm. Song from the album The Hunt for the Gingerbread Man, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп