Grim Reaper Lyrics

[Verse 1: MC Zappa]

Nowhere to run to or hide; do not attempt to escape
I'm makin' sonical snuff films and killin' on tape

And with this villainous break, I'm invadin' your mind
Don't even open your mouth; you're only wastin' your time

Your vision is pitch black and you can't switch back
I bring punishment to MCs who spit wack

So I'll snap ya neck like a brittle spaghetti cord
Then decapitate ya with a nickel machete sword

But I don't need no knife to make you bleed slow
I go for the jugular; what I wrote, it be cuttin' ya

Far too much for a mortal soul to handle
You thought you was bright, but you couldn't hold a candle

To the Grim Reaper, who's givin' MCs a sick fever
You can't sleep on me because I'm not an innkeeper

Quick as a yo-yo, yet I hit wit' a slow flow
(I'll break you muthaf*ckas down with a lyrical fo' fo'!)

I'm a physical phantom; a supernatural entity
Close to me, none of you MCs could begin to be

You wanna try me? Then first plan your funeral
Your soul belonged to me since you was in utero

What made you think you could compete wit' me, man?
I guess you must not have heard the screams of the damned

But you better get a clue like Lindsey Lohan
‘Cuz, this is a entry into no man's land

MC Zappa is the sudden terror from another era back
Step to me, and I'll have ya mother wearin' black

All of a sudden, you go missin' without a trace
But when they find your corpse, your nickname will be “Chowder Face”

‘Cuz your mind combusted off the strength of the louder bass
Now my vest is splattered with intestinal matter

I show no mercy ‘cuz I'm wild and ruthless
Your attempts to stop me were futile and fruitless

Malevolent, hostile; I never been docile
I commit more genocide than the Rothschilds

Articulate and far from a nitwit
Puttin' MCs to sleep just like barbiturates

I penetrate, disintegrate; verbally eviscerate
Death doesn't discriminate, and neither do I

Yes, I'm sick and depraved; wickedly crazed
Get adrenaline rush when I kill and I crush Steady turnin' more heads than Linda Blair
And like Phil Collins, you know that it's in the air

I cursed the stage in a burst of rage
And bitin' MCs eyes bled from the first page

They saw scenes of death like Possession of Hannah Grace
But what drove ‘em insane was MC Zappa's face

His soul was shattered and his mind was mutilated
Now that he bit, his personality split

Because he couldn't take it; it was too scary and terrifyin'
But MC Zappa is immortal; he's never dyin'

Try me; you might find I'm not in my right mind
Heads will roll, and I'll repossess ya soul

I'm murderin' rappers from here to Schenectady
Turn around, you see a sight you didn't expect to see

When I wanna be, I'm completely invisible
And I'm holdin' more bars than a criminal

I freak the flow wit' an aura mysterious
A voodoo child like the Jimi Hendrix Experience

Ain't no tellin' when I'm guaranteed to strike
You're gonna hear my train a-comin' when I seize the mic

Rougher than the gutter; I won't hesitate to cut a
Record or rapper; just like a knife through butter

I'll rip ya flesh like I'm shreddin' a cabbage
Causin' irreparable damage; did you forget I'm a savage?

Who's more dangerous than a room full of armored felons
Quick to bust a MC's head like a watermelon

I'm one of the best; you don't wanna contest
Because the beats are so heavy, you'll get bludgeoned to death

Or I could trap you in a parallel universe
You think you the first one to try to test me?

One stepped to me and left wit' his mind gone
In a straitjacket, ‘cuz I decided to play havoc

Cut his hands off and made him write with the stumps
It's a waste of my energy to fight with the chumps

When instead, I could just make ya mind turbulent, yo
Ya psyche might be shocked when I'm servin' this murderous flow

Curses and maledictions in verses that Zappa's spittin'
Bringin' mad perdition and now you in bad condition

The mic murderer; here to rip speakers
Ya better beware the Grim Reaper

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