Break Em Off

(MF Doom) 
  Ayo, 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 

  (MF Grimm, Verse 1) 
  You want to stare at me, you want to glare at me 
  But I handle all beef, like American meat 
  I react, sneak attack, the gat Grimm packs 
  I click six, the nigs' necks catch wreck, and blow their wigs back 
  Mentally sick, battle rap is a jail pick 
  Blood on my knife, or either shit on my dick yea 
  Battle me and you're all dead, I'm taking niggas out with dreads 
  Blow outs and also bald heads, tracks 
  Straight from the underground dacks 
  Rappers step up or only end up in the stacks 
  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 burnt 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.  Warkentatoo would even have to turn their fucking backs 
  The Grimm Reaper's stats are known to lock up with the best 
  And after I test the best, I guess I'll lock up with the fucking rest 
  A girl battle I 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 

  (Chorus) 
  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 em 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 em some more 

  (Verse 2) 
  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 because you got to stay a while 
  Rappers come in loads, but left dead in piles 
  And floored like tiles, I beat down clowns 
  I 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 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 jealousy 
  Niggas want a piece of me, but my gun disagrees 
  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 
  Punk ass motherfuckers, know why? 

  (Chorus) 

  Die motherfuckers 
  The Grimm Reapers in the motherfucking house 
  The Grimm Reapers in the motherfucking house 
  For the undertakers in this motherfucker