The Hunt For The Gingerbread Man

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, this is for all you crumb-ass niggas (crumbs, crumbs) [MF Grimm] Catch me if you can, I'm the gingerbread man Beat murder cases while the jury still at grand Dispose of the mold, yes I always keep a plan In case I gotta chop up, cookie cutters in my hand Burn, baby burn, keep a furnace on my land I know hell is hot, I walk with a fan That's the way the cookie crumbles so try to understand I'm laughing while you stumble cause you rumble like a girl If people were just humble, it would be a better world Bring it, I got guns, fuck what you care Talking like you pumping, nigga, I'm on to your scheme Nigga, I know you glazed and your heart is Krispy Kreme Cash rules everything around me Assholes like you astound me Brain infected, pretending you're a beast When God created you, he added too much yeast Whether internet gangster of cellphone thug I will take your life and that's on everything I love I take death serious, I don't love much You must be delirious if you think you can't be touched JFK in Texas caught one in the boulder Even the Pope took one in the shoulder So what you think so special about you (sucker) I'm short of a loaf, half-baked as a crew Divide and conquer, in half brake you I'll ride out to die nigga, I'll take you I'm quick to catch a body now in my old age I've seen the mistakes that Carlito made A young nigga'll kill you if you sleep and move slow So wide 'em out, baby, block will got to go Fiends nodded cause I got a mean flow Show you what I'm made of, I'm bout the dough I'm bout the dough, nigga [Hook] (I get money, money I got) (And police couldn't touch me because I was payin 'em) (But not with no money - Yo, I was frayin 'em) (And that's the life, that I live) (Got to get my motherfucking money right) (So yeah, I'll stick a nigga most definite) (Blast the black metal at you) (Now it's like motherfucking Vietnam) [MF Grimm] Gingy, money stacker, heat packer Bleach flour, try to stay away from crackers Saltine even, if they graham Animals around courts of mayhem Some animals perpetuate 'em like they Ritz Man, fuck the crackers, they don't mean shit Half-bakes doing hits Half-bakes doing hits Pillsbury dope boy, he will meet defeat I murdered Cookie Monster in the middle of the street Rob Keebler Elves, we ran up in their tree We had to kill them all, witnesses you never leave Swimming in the cookie dough, we got the motherload Putwork on the block, gingerbread, it;s time to flow Cookie Jarvis had the block, we took him out of there Lost all of his magic, he didn't want to share He had the Cookie Crook shook, Jarvis was a faker So we returned him to his baker (gunshots) That's right, his baker All mighty baker [Hook] (I get money, money I got) (And police couldn't touch me because I was payin 'em) (But not with no money - Yo, I was frayin 'em) (And that's the life, that I live) (Got to get my motherfucking money right) (So yeah, I'll stick a nigga most definite) (Blast the black metal at you) (Now it's like motherfucking Vietnam)