Verse 1
C#
Bm
Em
D
M .I .C.
A
D
Bm
M .I .C.
C#
M .I .C.
D
The grim reaper will reap so
C#
don't sleep or make a peep
Bm
I'm deep, I got a shawty
Em
and it pumps like a
G
D
As it pump, you weep,
A
your options creep
D
F#m
I'm not pumping daylight soul,
C#
I'm pumping little creeps
In heaps and heaps of lead
like sheep that led
Bm
To their deathbed, fed,
Em
E
D
instead of making bread that left dead
A
Ripped to shreds, twisted, hangin'
D
F#m
C#
I rest heads to bed like
club head get wise
F#m
Bm
Real ize that sometimes
C#
hypnotize emcees
To my rhymes and lines
that they memorize
D
Strap kick, dick sticks, built like dick sticks
C#
The two picks, I kick ass,
quick and sick like a karate flick
Chop you like a brick, you tick
D
Bm
Flame brother, either father,
brother, king or mix
Em
E
D
But you're dope as shit,
A
D
you dick, I stick niggas up
C#
Cause I'm a lunatic,
my victims are handpicked
D
You wiped off like lipstick,
C#
seasick or homesick
Bm
Pretend I'm glad you beat
E
that ass with a boomstick
D
Say one word, and yes,
A
your ass I'll chase
D
C#
That's not gas, that's fear in your face
Help the words, no handshake,
you're soft like cheesecake
Bm
Tough like beefsteak,
Em
but sweet like shortcake
E
D
A
A young star, my fall, that's up the bar
D
C#
No matter who you are,
I'll be ready to spar
F#m
C#
Cause the mic is a crowbar,
Bm
my rhymes are solar
C#
Classy like a jaguar,
the microphone all -star
D
Bm
C#
Grim's a diehard, chill on the boulevard
D
With my bodyguard, he's big like it's
C#
St.
Bernard's in war
I declare, so be aware, it's so fair
Bm
Cause you can't compare
gold to silverware
Em
I
D
DESTROY!
You the fuck on my path,
A
you interfering with me
D
C#
Go against me nigga,
you don't want no dealers with
I
DESTROY!
You the fuck on my path,
you interfering with me
Bm
Go against me nigga,
Em
E
you don't want no dealers with me
D
DESTROY!
the fuck on my path,
A
you interfering with me
D
Bm
C#
Go against me nigga,
you don't want no dealers
You can't cause a dent to
my demented senses
Bm
E
D
Relentless pain, no novocaine I drill like a dentist,
couldn't prevent this
A
D
C#
Heart like cement tape, musical rape,
leave you hanging like drapes
I crush microphones like they were grapes
Bm
On tour, I make a lot of paints
Em
D
But the words you heard,
A
Bm
D
I meant this I designed this shape, I bent this track
C#
Sent this whack apprentice
D
ass right back
C#
D
To the drawing board, it was a joke
Bm
To the rhyme, overlord,
Em
E
D
overlord, overlord soul
A
D
Catch the wave like coke,
C#
let you float like a surfboard
D
C#
Stompin' the streets, I tear up clubs
Bm
You reach for the mic and
Em
I leave you with nubs
D
A
A frog brings sales like a bag of chips
D
C#
When a rapper try to flip,
or either give me lip
Catch me at my maddest,
D
C#
Bm
that's when I write my baddest shit
Em
D
Then I lock like a pick on the paper
A
Sic em, another victim for the
D
Bm
musical raper
C#
Round ripper, style stripper, non -hipper
Bm
F#m
Sharp like a nail clipper
Bm
D
I'm bigger than both of the dippers
C#
And very dapper,
Bm
C#
I'll go deeper than flipper
D
Bm
But when it come to rappers,
rappers, rappers
D
C#
D
C#
Huh, y 'all just little whippersnappers
D
C#
So what up, what up, punk, shut up
Bm
I'll get your jaw broke like
Em
Grazerutter
D
Ah shit, I'm at it again
A
D
Bm
C#
Chasing motherfuckers like I'm
Rin
Tin
Tin
D
C#
The final chapter, no more laughter
Bm
Em
As I bomb your ass just like the day after
D
No nuclear warheads, cause instead
A
D
F#m
All rhymes are lost by the
C#
kid who's fed
We're infrared to pinpoint the joint
Bm
All the place, all the person I chase face
Em
D
So walk, and don't try to
A
talk when I start to stalk
D
Bm
I don't discriminate,
C#
Grim
Reaper hates
Bm
All
MCs who grab the microphone
Yes, I dislike them wheth
Bm
er they're friend or foe
So yo, I start to throw deadly body blows
Eight -punch combos, I turn stars into
John
Doe's
So if you see me at a show, you better
G .O.
And tiptoe your ass out the fuckin' door
I film my shows with a
Handycam
Before I go on, I sip some brandy and
Sprinkle sweet rhymes like the
Candyman
And I cripple
MCs, make them handy, man
I destroy
Get the fuck out my path
Bottle Rocket
MF Doom, MF Grimm
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