Letras
Ayo, DOOM the Supermotherfuckingvillain
Chilling with my man the Grym Reaper
Letting niggas know, all is fair in motherfucking war
Once more, all is fair in World War III
So Grym Reaper, set it
You wanna stare at me, you wanna glare at me
But I handle all beef like American Meat
I react, sneak attack, the gat grip packs
A click six to nigs necks, catch wreck and blow their wigs back
Mentally sick, battle rappers in jail pick
Blood on my knife or either shit on my dick, yeah
Battle me and you're all dead
I'm taking niggas out with dreads, blowouts and also bald heads
Tracks straight from the underground dash
Rappers step up but only end up in the stats
Nine years it took, nine years of hitting books
Now I'm King of the Crooks, making money like I'm Garth Brooks
Will I die? Who's to say?
My brain is the maze of death so choose your way
Get burned like a candle, very hard to handle
Do miracles in Nikes like Jesus did in sandals
It's a fantasy to beat me, in fact
Mr. Raw and Tattoo would even have to turn their fucking backs
The Grym Reaper's stats are known to lock in with the best
And after test the best, I guess I'll lock in with the fucking rest
A girl battle, I do the same
Tie the bitch up and beat her ass like I'm fucking Rick James
In the minds of the insane, I'm in the Hall of Fame
Music equal murder, it's the same thing
[Hook: MF DOOM and (Grym Reaper)
Shit ain't never gonna change (Fuck it)
(Time to load the clips and we take 'em to war)
Niggas wanna flip? (Then we take 'em to war)
Break a nigga proper? (Then we break 'em some more)
'Cause shit ain't never gonna change (Fuck it)
(Time to load the clips and we take 'em to war)
Niggas wanna flip? (Then we take 'em to war)
Break a nigga proper? (Then we break 'em some more)
Bitch, when it's time for me to go, know
As far as I'm concerned, I died a long time ago
Enter the mind of the Reaper if you dare, man, woman, child
But bring a lot of clothes 'cause you got to stand while
Rappers come in loads, we'll have dead in piles
Or float like tiles, I beat down clowns, I wipe all smiles
Killed a man for every inch that you can count in a mile
The master of disaster, killer of styles
I come from the streets, I represent the streets
I could never rape a woman but I'll rape a fucking beat
If Donald Goines wrote my life, my name would be Kenyatta
I don't choose to kill a brother but to stay alive, right now I gotta
It could never be harmony because of jealousy
Niggas want a piece of me but my gun disagrees
Rappers, all you know is talk
But when you come from the streets, shit, all you know is war
And that's all I know, so
That's all you feel at my motherfucking show
(Punk-ass motherfuckers) You know why?
[Hook: MF DOOM and (Grym Reaper)
'Cause shit ain't never gonna change (Fuck it)
(Time to load the clips and we take 'em to war)
Niggas wanna flip? (Then we take 'em to war)
Break a nigga proper? (Then we break 'em some more)
'Cause shit ain't never gonna change (Fuck it)
(Time to load the clips and we take 'em to war)
Niggas wanna flip? (Then we take 'em to war)
Break a nigga proper? (Then we break 'em some more)
'Cause shit ain't never gonna change (Aight now, motherfuckers)
Grym Reaper's in the motherfucking house
The Grym Reaper's in the motherfucking house
For all you checkers in this motherfucker