WW III (AKA Take Em to War (Original Version))

Lyrics

[Intro: MF DOOM] Ayyo, DOOM the Super motherfucking Villain. Chilling with my man, the Grimm Reaper . Letting niggas know all is fair in motherfucking war. Once more, all is fair in World War III. So Grimm Reaper, set it [Verse 1: MF Grimm] 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 [Hook: MF Grimm] 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 [Verse 2: MF Grimm] 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) [Hook: MF Grimm] 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 [Outro: MF Grimm] '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