Red #40 + Wasabi = Bottle Rocket

歌詞

M.I.C. M.I.C. M.I.C. [Verse 1] The Grimm Reaper will reap so don't sleep or make a peep I'm deep I got a shotty and it pumps like a jeep As it pump you weep, you're up shits creek I'm not pumping De La Soul, I'm pumping little creeps With heaps and heaps of lead, like sheep they're lead To their deathbed, fed instead of making bread Then left dead, ripped to shreds, twist and hanging like dreads I rest heads with bed like Club Med Get wise, realize that sometimes hypnotize Emcees who my rhymes and lines that they memorize Dropkick dipsticks, built like thick sticks and toothpicks I kick ass, quick and sick like a karate flick Drop you like a brick you tick Flame broiled, I either fry the Burger King on mix Thought you dope but you're shit, you dick I stick Niggaz up cause I'm a lunatic, my victims are handpicked You wiped off like lipstick, seasick or homesick Pretend I'm dead then beat that ass with a broomstick Say one word and yes your ass I'll chase That's not gas that's fear in your face After words no handshake, you soft like cheesecake Tough like beefsteak but sweet like shortcake A young star by far that's up to par No matter who you are, I'll be ready to spar Cause the mic is a crowbar, my rhymes are solar Classy like a jaguar, the microphone all-star Grimm's a die-hard, chill on the boulevard With my bodyguard, who's big like a saint bernard It's a war I declare so beware it's unfair Cause you can't compare gold to silverware [Chorus] I destroy! Get the fuck out my path you interfere with me Go against me nigga, you don't want no deals with me I destroy! Get the fuck out my path you interfere with me Go against me nigga, you don't want no deals with me I destroy! Get the fuck out my path you interfere with me Go against me nigga, you don't want no deals with me [Verse 2] Souls are dead to my demented sentences Relentless pain, no Novocain I drill like a dentist Couldn't prevent this, hard like cement tape Musical weight, leave you hanging like drapes I crush microphones like they were grapes On tour, I make a lotta papes But the words you heard I mend designed and shape I bent this track, sent this wack apprentice Ass right back, to the drawing board He was a joke to the rhyme overlord overlord overlord So catch the wave like coke, I just float like a surfboard Stomp in the streets, I tear up clubs You reach for the mic and I leave you with nubs I fry brain cells like a bag of chips When the rapper try to flip or even give me lip Catch me at my maddest, that's when I write my baddest shit Then I lock like a pick On the paper, sick 'em, another victim For the musical raper, rhyme ripper Style stripper, nine hipper Sharp like a nail clipper I'm bigger than both of the dippers In very dapper, I'll go deeper than flipper But when it come to rappers rappers rappers Huh, y'all just little whipper snappers So what up, what up, punk shut up! Or get your jaw broke like Razor Ruddock Aw shit, I'm at it again Chasing motherfuckers like I'm Rin Tin Tin The final chapter no more laughter As I bomb your ass just like the day after No nuclear warheads cause instead All rhymes are launched by the kid who's fed We're infrared to pinpoint the joint Or the place of the person I chase face So walk and don't try to talk When I snub the stalk I don't discriminate, Grimm Reaper hates All emcees who grab the microphone Yes I dislike them whether they're friend or foe So yo, I start to throw deadly body blows Eight punch combos I turn stars into John Does So if you see me at a show you better G-O And tiptoe your ass out the fucking door I film my shows with a handy-cam Before I go on I sip some brandy and Sprinkle sweet rhymes like the candyman And I cripple emcees, I make 'em handyman I destroy Get the fuck out my path