| Song | Crumb Snatchers |
| Artist | MF Grimm |
| Album | Scars & Memories |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Carey, Gonzo | |
| Yo, check this out | |
| All you fake ass, party ass niggaz out there | |
| That keep biting my man's shit | |
| We gonna keep it real for the 94 | |
| Monsta Island aight | |
| All you bitch ass niggaz, get the fuck out of Monsta Island aight | |
| Yo Grimm, set that shit off like this | |
| [Grimm, Verse 1] | |
| I can either help or kill like radiation | |
| Imitate Kuwait, in the motherfucking train station | |
| Mutilate like Charles Manson | |
| I'm cuttin bitches and I'm givin 'em stitches like Marla Hanson | |
| Come and test me from Brooklyn to Bahamas | |
| Battle the best and digest like Jeffrey Dahmer | |
| Mad motherfuckers murder military methods | |
| Priest of death, pass my blessings with the Smith & Wesson | |
| Punk ass rappers, I'm stickin up | |
| Straight wicked(?) rush, terror stricken cause you're butt(?) | |
| I hang with CM, Kurious George, and ?? | |
| In the streets I have a rep for pullin spirits out of bodies | |
| I show no fear, I'm not giving in | |
| So change your address, cause you're living in oblivion | |
| Emperor of evil, impress my competition | |
| 'Till my last breath, the best destroy recognition | |
| Death's the definition, rappers' fame is reduced | |
| They're scared I'm loose, and now they wanna call a truce | |
| They hate it, I made it, they waited | |
| And hesitated, but now their brains invaded | |
| Anger been in this(?), you're hearing this | |
| You're fearing this, ass I'm tearin' this(?) | |
| You get dissed, so you're pissed | |
| Cause ass I kick, always get last licks | |
| The money devil of ??, all I roll is 666 | |
| Musical mace, eyes puffy like a ?? | |
| Disgrace crews of two, and make 'em break up like dirt base(?) | |
| I cause disasters, I am the master | |
| Turning little bastards into fucking Casper | |
| So put your name on a tombstone | |
| Cause when you try to kill me, I refuse to die alone | |
| [Chorus] | |
| A lot of niggaz wanna be me, but they can't be ( but why?) | |
| Because there's only one ?? | |
| Frontin like they all that, but they just bums | |
| What they tryna snatch kid? (Crumbs) | |
| Frontin like they all that, but they just bums | |
| What they tryna snatch kid? (Crumbs) | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Violence, plus intellectual analysis equal military thoughts | |
| Fights with other thoughts is my favorite sport(?) | |
| Quantities of entities enter me evilly | |
| He who's dumb enough to battle me, not drastically, and has to be | |
| In the world of fabrication, demonstrations of confrontations commence annihilation | |
| Let's pretend we're both guns, and make this shit erratic | |
| I'll be the revolver, you can play the automatic | |
| Automatic flip scripts, revolver show loyalty | |
| Each gun is die able, but only one's reliable | |
| You shoot fast, but in the end you jam | |
| Then I click back, and turn your brains into spam | |
| Grimm is the man and I demand my recognition | |
| Even if I have to blow your ass to spiritual submission | |
| I heard somewhere niggaz is scared of revolution | |
| Revolute against the Reaper, and get pulled from evolution | |
| I was shot a few times, and I died, and ?? | |
| Now I got beyond life, and attack the supernatural | |
| Seven shots fired, seven shots went in me | |
| Grimm was Jesus Christ, and to the concrete cause the pinned me | |
| A lot of hardcore niggaz, I just figure they're imposters | |
| Rapper's war games, and Grimm's brain name is Joshua (?) | |
| So if you want to battle then I gotta say | |
| The only winning move against Grimm Reap is not to play | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Verse 3] | |
| As I follow Apollo, gotta prophecy in music | |
| So up the raising sun, and transform it into poetry | |
| Stalking the shadows of the human mind | |
| And leaving weary niggaz better fear me when they hear my eerie theories | |
| On the rap scene, me you can't compare | |
| Punks like to stare, but they wouldn't dare | |
| I'm givin niggaz nightmares on the streets of Elm | |
| Step into oblivion as you enter my realm | |
| I turn "boom bap" into "boom bip" | |
| My mind's on reverse shit, so you can call me Mxyzptlk | |
| Quantum lethal universe is different time and places | |
| Surrounded by an oasis of dead faces | |
| Will I die in a peaceful way, or go all out like Carlito's Way? | |
| Fuck it, gotta live Day By Day | |
| Peace to my nigga by the name of J | |
| Styles automatic, with skills of Eddie Futch | |
| Stick shift rhymes, I burn 'em out like a clutch | |
| Primitive rappers ass kick or they either(?) spark | |
| Cause you're a dinosaur, sent to a Jurassic park | |
| The Reaper's rude, drop your ass to your knees | |
| If death was food, I'll be handing out free cheese | |
| Sit back, relax, smoke some scama | |
| Niggaz screamin battle, but they brain have no armor | |
| En garde, grab the mic and take your fighting stances | |
| Like they take chances, we can battle for advances | |
| (Fuck this wheelchair) I'm in a wheelchair, but still makin money | |
| Cause I got my murder buddies wearin hoodies, who get bloody | |
| The rap Boba Fett, if you rhyme then I want ya | |
| Mental bounty hunter, of hardcore fronters | |
| Some sleep on the Reap, like I'm not nice | |
| But I don't freestyle, cause my style cost a price | |
| Tiny temptations of termination, no hesitation | |
| Retaliation to all imitation, creations was making duplications of my innovations | |
| So whatcha want niggaz? Bring it on (Bring it on) | |
| I'll blow you out the sky like Captain Kirk do the motherfuckin Klingons | |
| Ashes to ashes, dust to dust | |
| Graze ya with a razor, watch ya jugular bust | |
| Grimm is the one that flew the cuckoo's nest | |
| "Fuck the world" is written on my chest | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Grimm talking] | |
| I represent Monsta Island (Ya don't stop) | |
| I represent Monsta Island (Ya don't stop) | |
| Big Vito's in the motherfuckin house | |
| Punks in the motherfuckin house | |
| Ya don't stop | |
| Bring it on niggaz | |
| East coast to West | |
| Grimm Reaper is the best |
| zuo qu : Carey, Gonzo | |
| Yo, check this out | |
| All you fake ass, party ass niggaz out there | |
| That keep biting my man' s shit | |
| We gonna keep it real for the 94 | |
| Monsta Island aight | |
| All you bitch ass niggaz, get the fuck out of Monsta Island aight | |
| Yo Grimm, set that shit off like this | |
| Grimm, Verse 1 | |
| I can either help or kill like radiation | |
| Imitate Kuwait, in the motherfucking train station | |
| Mutilate like Charles Manson | |
| I' m cuttin bitches and I' m givin ' em stitches like Marla Hanson | |
| Come and test me from Brooklyn to Bahamas | |
| Battle the best and digest like Jeffrey Dahmer | |
| Mad motherfuckers murder military methods | |
| Priest of death, pass my blessings with the Smith Wesson | |
| Punk ass rappers, I' m stickin up | |
| Straight wicked? rush, terror stricken cause you' re butt? | |
| I hang with CM, Kurious George, and nbsp?? | |
| In the streets I have a rep for pullin spirits out of bodies | |
| I show no fear, I' m not giving in | |
| So change your address, cause you' re living in oblivion | |
| Emperor of evil, impress my competition | |
| ' Till my last breath, the best destroy recognition | |
| Death' s the definition, rappers' fame is reduced | |
| They' re scared I' m loose, and now they wanna call a truce | |
| They hate it, I made it, they waited | |
| And hesitated, but now their brains invaded | |
| Anger been in this?, you' re hearing this | |
| You' re fearing this, ass I' m tearin' this? | |
| You get dissed, so you' re pissed | |
| Cause ass I kick, always get last licks | |
| The money devil of nbsp??, all I roll is 666 | |
| Musical mace, eyes puffy like a nbsp?? | |
| Disgrace crews of two, and make ' em break up like dirt base? | |
| I cause disasters, I am the master | |
| Turning little bastards into fucking Casper | |
| So put your name on a tombstone | |
| Cause when you try to kill me, I refuse to die alone | |
| Chorus | |
| A lot of niggaz wanna be me, but they can' t be but why? | |
| Because there' s only one nbsp?? | |
| Frontin like they all that, but they just bums | |
| What they tryna snatch kid? Crumbs | |
| Frontin like they all that, but they just bums | |
| What they tryna snatch kid? Crumbs | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Violence, plus intellectual analysis equal military thoughts | |
| Fights with other thoughts is my favorite sport? | |
| Quantities of entities enter me evilly | |
| He who' s dumb enough to battle me, not drastically, and has to be | |
| In the world of fabrication, demonstrations of confrontations commence annihilation | |
| Let' s pretend we' re both guns, and make this shit erratic | |
| I' ll be the revolver, you can play the automatic | |
| Automatic flip scripts, revolver show loyalty | |
| Each gun is die able, but only one' s reliable | |
| You shoot fast, but in the end you jam | |
| Then I click back, and turn your brains into spam | |
| Grimm is the man and I demand my recognition | |
| Even if I have to blow your ass to spiritual submission | |
| I heard somewhere niggaz is scared of revolution | |
| Revolute against the Reaper, and get pulled from evolution | |
| I was shot a few times, and I died, and nbsp?? | |
| Now I got beyond life, and attack the supernatural | |
| Seven shots fired, seven shots went in me | |
| Grimm was Jesus Christ, and to the concrete cause the pinned me | |
| A lot of hardcore niggaz, I just figure they' re imposters | |
| Rapper' s war games, and Grimm' s brain name is Joshua ? | |
| So if you want to battle then I gotta say | |
| The only winning move against Grimm Reap is not to play | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3 | |
| As I follow Apollo, gotta prophecy in music | |
| So up the raising sun, and transform it into poetry | |
| Stalking the shadows of the human mind | |
| And leaving weary niggaz better fear me when they hear my eerie theories | |
| On the rap scene, me you can' t compare | |
| Punks like to stare, but they wouldn' t dare | |
| I' m givin niggaz nightmares on the streets of Elm | |
| Step into oblivion as you enter my realm | |
| I turn " boom bap" into " boom bip" | |
| My mind' s on reverse shit, so you can call me Mxyzptlk | |
| Quantum lethal universe is different time and places | |
| Surrounded by an oasis of dead faces | |
| Will I die in a peaceful way, or go all out like Carlito' s Way? | |
| Fuck it, gotta live Day By Day | |
| Peace to my nigga by the name of J | |
| Styles automatic, with skills of Eddie Futch | |
| Stick shift rhymes, I burn ' em out like a clutch | |
| Primitive rappers ass kick or they either? spark | |
| Cause you' re a dinosaur, sent to a Jurassic park | |
| The Reaper' s rude, drop your ass to your knees | |
| If death was food, I' ll be handing out free cheese | |
| Sit back, relax, smoke some scama | |
| Niggaz screamin battle, but they brain have no armor | |
| En garde, grab the mic and take your fighting stances | |
| Like they take chances, we can battle for advances | |
| Fuck this wheelchair I' m in a wheelchair, but still makin money | |
| Cause I got my murder buddies wearin hoodies, who get bloody | |
| The rap Boba Fett, if you rhyme then I want ya | |
| Mental bounty hunter, of hardcore fronters | |
| Some sleep on the Reap, like I' m not nice | |
| But I don' t freestyle, cause my style cost a price | |
| Tiny temptations of termination, no hesitation | |
| Retaliation to all imitation, creations was making duplications of my innovations | |
| So whatcha want niggaz? Bring it on Bring it on | |
| I' ll blow you out the sky like Captain Kirk do the motherfuckin Klingons | |
| Ashes to ashes, dust to dust | |
| Graze ya with a razor, watch ya jugular bust | |
| Grimm is the one that flew the cuckoo' s nest | |
| " Fuck the world" is written on my chest | |
| Chorus | |
| Grimm talking | |
| I represent Monsta Island Ya don' t stop | |
| I represent Monsta Island Ya don' t stop | |
| Big Vito' s in the motherfuckin house | |
| Punks in the motherfuckin house | |
| Ya don' t stop | |
| Bring it on niggaz | |
| East coast to West | |
| Grimm Reaper is the best |
| zuò qǔ : Carey, Gonzo | |
| Yo, check this out | |
| All you fake ass, party ass niggaz out there | |
| That keep biting my man' s shit | |
| We gonna keep it real for the 94 | |
| Monsta Island aight | |
| All you bitch ass niggaz, get the fuck out of Monsta Island aight | |
| Yo Grimm, set that shit off like this | |
| Grimm, Verse 1 | |
| I can either help or kill like radiation | |
| Imitate Kuwait, in the motherfucking train station | |
| Mutilate like Charles Manson | |
| I' m cuttin bitches and I' m givin ' em stitches like Marla Hanson | |
| Come and test me from Brooklyn to Bahamas | |
| Battle the best and digest like Jeffrey Dahmer | |
| Mad motherfuckers murder military methods | |
| Priest of death, pass my blessings with the Smith Wesson | |
| Punk ass rappers, I' m stickin up | |
| Straight wicked? rush, terror stricken cause you' re butt? | |
| I hang with CM, Kurious George, and nbsp?? | |
| In the streets I have a rep for pullin spirits out of bodies | |
| I show no fear, I' m not giving in | |
| So change your address, cause you' re living in oblivion | |
| Emperor of evil, impress my competition | |
| ' Till my last breath, the best destroy recognition | |
| Death' s the definition, rappers' fame is reduced | |
| They' re scared I' m loose, and now they wanna call a truce | |
| They hate it, I made it, they waited | |
| And hesitated, but now their brains invaded | |
| Anger been in this?, you' re hearing this | |
| You' re fearing this, ass I' m tearin' this? | |
| You get dissed, so you' re pissed | |
| Cause ass I kick, always get last licks | |
| The money devil of nbsp??, all I roll is 666 | |
| Musical mace, eyes puffy like a nbsp?? | |
| Disgrace crews of two, and make ' em break up like dirt base? | |
| I cause disasters, I am the master | |
| Turning little bastards into fucking Casper | |
| So put your name on a tombstone | |
| Cause when you try to kill me, I refuse to die alone | |
| Chorus | |
| A lot of niggaz wanna be me, but they can' t be but why? | |
| Because there' s only one nbsp?? | |
| Frontin like they all that, but they just bums | |
| What they tryna snatch kid? Crumbs | |
| Frontin like they all that, but they just bums | |
| What they tryna snatch kid? Crumbs | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Violence, plus intellectual analysis equal military thoughts | |
| Fights with other thoughts is my favorite sport? | |
| Quantities of entities enter me evilly | |
| He who' s dumb enough to battle me, not drastically, and has to be | |
| In the world of fabrication, demonstrations of confrontations commence annihilation | |
| Let' s pretend we' re both guns, and make this shit erratic | |
| I' ll be the revolver, you can play the automatic | |
| Automatic flip scripts, revolver show loyalty | |
| Each gun is die able, but only one' s reliable | |
| You shoot fast, but in the end you jam | |
| Then I click back, and turn your brains into spam | |
| Grimm is the man and I demand my recognition | |
| Even if I have to blow your ass to spiritual submission | |
| I heard somewhere niggaz is scared of revolution | |
| Revolute against the Reaper, and get pulled from evolution | |
| I was shot a few times, and I died, and nbsp?? | |
| Now I got beyond life, and attack the supernatural | |
| Seven shots fired, seven shots went in me | |
| Grimm was Jesus Christ, and to the concrete cause the pinned me | |
| A lot of hardcore niggaz, I just figure they' re imposters | |
| Rapper' s war games, and Grimm' s brain name is Joshua ? | |
| So if you want to battle then I gotta say | |
| The only winning move against Grimm Reap is not to play | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3 | |
| As I follow Apollo, gotta prophecy in music | |
| So up the raising sun, and transform it into poetry | |
| Stalking the shadows of the human mind | |
| And leaving weary niggaz better fear me when they hear my eerie theories | |
| On the rap scene, me you can' t compare | |
| Punks like to stare, but they wouldn' t dare | |
| I' m givin niggaz nightmares on the streets of Elm | |
| Step into oblivion as you enter my realm | |
| I turn " boom bap" into " boom bip" | |
| My mind' s on reverse shit, so you can call me Mxyzptlk | |
| Quantum lethal universe is different time and places | |
| Surrounded by an oasis of dead faces | |
| Will I die in a peaceful way, or go all out like Carlito' s Way? | |
| Fuck it, gotta live Day By Day | |
| Peace to my nigga by the name of J | |
| Styles automatic, with skills of Eddie Futch | |
| Stick shift rhymes, I burn ' em out like a clutch | |
| Primitive rappers ass kick or they either? spark | |
| Cause you' re a dinosaur, sent to a Jurassic park | |
| The Reaper' s rude, drop your ass to your knees | |
| If death was food, I' ll be handing out free cheese | |
| Sit back, relax, smoke some scama | |
| Niggaz screamin battle, but they brain have no armor | |
| En garde, grab the mic and take your fighting stances | |
| Like they take chances, we can battle for advances | |
| Fuck this wheelchair I' m in a wheelchair, but still makin money | |
| Cause I got my murder buddies wearin hoodies, who get bloody | |
| The rap Boba Fett, if you rhyme then I want ya | |
| Mental bounty hunter, of hardcore fronters | |
| Some sleep on the Reap, like I' m not nice | |
| But I don' t freestyle, cause my style cost a price | |
| Tiny temptations of termination, no hesitation | |
| Retaliation to all imitation, creations was making duplications of my innovations | |
| So whatcha want niggaz? Bring it on Bring it on | |
| I' ll blow you out the sky like Captain Kirk do the motherfuckin Klingons | |
| Ashes to ashes, dust to dust | |
| Graze ya with a razor, watch ya jugular bust | |
| Grimm is the one that flew the cuckoo' s nest | |
| " Fuck the world" is written on my chest | |
| Chorus | |
| Grimm talking | |
| I represent Monsta Island Ya don' t stop | |
| I represent Monsta Island Ya don' t stop | |
| Big Vito' s in the motherfuckin house | |
| Punks in the motherfuckin house | |
| Ya don' t stop | |
| Bring it on niggaz | |
| East coast to West | |
| Grimm Reaper is the best |