Grim - The Blood Stays On The Blade lyrics

Yeah, it's what I'm talking about. Time to take um to f**ing war on this one. Time to forge my weapon. Yo Grim, the blood stays on the blade on this one [Tabs] You need to listen what real emcees are spitting Little co*ks**ers got balls on your chin like Peter Griffin h*mo cats blowing on sacks/sax like Lisa Simpson f** what you write, the story of your life is needless fiction You would see the vision but your eyes are filled with cataracts So this savage hacks through your habitat with a battle axe Your tracks are wack, some laughable, a** backwards f*ggot rap You got no flavor and they don't make an app for that Matter fact I don't know what it is that you thought I'll spit a blue torch to turn New York into a huge corpse Behind curtains cats threaten with that goon talk Til I find um in person and they start back-stepping like the Moon Walk My crew brought the kitchen sink if you waiting for the game change We the missing link like Big Foot escaping from the Chain Gang f** your whole crew, I don't do subliminals I name names So get your brain caved if you gay flames wanna play games [Hook - Tabs] Came to the stage in a rage It's time for you to lay in the graves that you made Rain razor blades on these gays on parade Wash the blood off my hands but it stays on the blade [2x] [Coal Cash] Yo f** rapping, these f*ggots should stop speaking OD'ing off of the co*k, moist crotch from the twats leaking Seeking to be the top of the popular pole pinnacle Minimal mental maggots, these f*ggots are fake criminals Imbeciles indignant the pigment of epidermis To turn us on one another so brothers cannot desert us And squirmish over the ignorance, hindrance in our indifference Impotent in your implement, infinite insignificance Instruments of destruction, you're f**ing with rabid animals Savages doing damage, get ravaged by famished cannibals Sabbatical from sanity, humanity a virus Stabbing needles inside your iris when I sew open your eyelids I roam with hybrids, half-man half-blunderbuss To crush you asunder, strength in numbers you better run from us We rush the tundra like thunder throughout the canyon The cannon will put your under when hunters hunger from famine (Hook) [Grim] I'm here to terrorize, cut your belly wide and spill y'all Like Mag Eagle I'll let metal fly so withdraw I drop bombs like a heli ride with Gilgo With no emotions I'm dead inside like stillborns I wake up at the dead of night with sick thoughts Visions of they mothaf**ing head up high on pitchforks Yeah better tell um hide cuz it's war I shift jaws like pure Colombian this sh**'s raw Pissed off I attack the land And leave soaked in p**y blood like a maxi-pad Reach and get smothered with a plastic bag Then I squeeze at your stomach like a gastric bag You half a f*g, we some animals creeping through Last thing you see a bunch of cannibals eating you Let's see if you can handle me beating you I'll do a big p**y like Sopranos in season two (Hook)