MF Grimm - Take Em To War lyrics

(MF Doom) Ayo, Doom the super motherf**ing villain Chilling with my man the Grimm Reaper Letting n***as know, all is fair in motherf**ing war Once more, all is fair in World War III So Grimm Reaper, set it (MF Grimm, Verse 1) You want to stare at me, you want to glare at me But I handle all beef, like American meat I react, sneak attack, the gat Grimm packs I click six, the nigs' necks catch wreck, and blow their wigs back Mentally sick, battle rap is a jail pick Blood on my knife, or either sh** on my dick yea Battle me and you're all dead, I'm taking n***as out with dreads Blow outs and also bald heads, tracks Straight from the underground dacks Rappers step up or only end up in the stacks 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 d**h, so choose your way Get burnt 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. Warkentatoo would even have to turn their f**ing backs The Grimm Reaper's stats are known to lock up with the best And after I test the best, I guess I'll lock up with the f**ing rest A girl battle I do the same Tie the b**h up, and beat her a** like I'm f**ing Rick James In the minds of the insane, I'm in the hall of fame Music equal murder, It's the same thing (Chorus) Cause sh** ain't never gonna change f** it, time to load the clips and we take em to war n***as wanna flip Then we take em to war Break a n***a proper Then we break em some more Cause sh** ain't never gonna change f** it, time to load the clips and we take em to war n***as wanna flip Then we take em to war Break a n***a proper Then we break em some more (Verse 2) b**h when it's time for me to go, no 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 because you got to stay a while Rappers come in loads, but left dead in piles And floored like tiles, I beat down clowns I wipe off smiles, k**ed a man for every inch that you can count in a mile The master of disaster, k**er of styles I come from the streets, I represent the streets I can never rape a woman, but I'll rape a f**ing beat If Donald Goines wrote my life my name would be Kenyatta I don't chose to k** a brother, but to stay alive right now I gotta It can never be harmony because of jealousy n***as want a piece of me, but my gun disagrees Rappers all you know is talk But when you come from the streets, sh** all you know is war And that's all I know, so, that's all you feel at my motherf**ing show Punk a** motherf**ers, know why? (Chorus) Die motherf**ers The Grimm Reapers in the motherf**ing house The Grimm Reapers in the motherf**ing house For the undertakers in this motherf**er