MF Grimm - WW III (AKA Take Em to War (Original Version) lyrics
[MF Grimm - WW III AKA Take Em to War Original Version lyrics]
Chilling with my man
The Grimm Reaper letting niggas
Know all is fair
In motherfucking war once more
All is fair in
World War I I I so Grimm Reaper, set it
You wanna
Stare at me, you wanna glare at me, but I’ll
Handle all beef like American Me i’ll react
Sneak attacks
The gat Grimm packs’ll click six
The nigs’ necks catch wreck
And blow their wigs back
Mentally sick, battle rappers or jail pick
Blood on my knife, or eat
The shit on my dick, yeah
Battle me and you’re all dead i’m taking
Niggas out with dreads, blowouts
And also baldheads
Tracks straight from the underground DATs
Rappers, step up or 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
Roarke and Tattoo would even have
To turn their fucking backs
The Grimm Reaper’s stats are known to
Lock ‘em with the vest
And after I test the best
I guess I’ll lock ‘em with the fucking rest
My girl battle? I’ll 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
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 him 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 him some more
Bitch, 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 ‘cause
You got to stay a while
Rappers come in loads, but left
Dead in piles or floored like tiles
I’ll beat down clowns, I’ll wipe off 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’ll represent the streets, i can
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
Chose to kill a brother, but
To stay alive, right now, i gotta
It can never be harmony because of jealou-
-sy, niggas want a piece of me
But my gun dis-
-agrees 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
You punk-ass motherfuckers (Know why? ‘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 him 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 him some more
‘Cause shit ain’t never gonna change
(Aight, man) die
Motherfuckers the Grimm Reaper’s in the
Motherfucking house the Grimm Reaper’s
In the motherfucking house for the
Undertakers in this motherfucker