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MF Doom
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The Original
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
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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
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