Grim the Eldrich
Run up with the blade
And imma slice yo fucking face
You try to pray but imma slay
And put your body in a grave
You a bitch ass busta
With a fucking death wish
Don't say my name
Less you wanna taste the blade
Cocked pump to yo teeth
Ask you wanna meet fate
Don't wait
You a snitch
Imma be the judge today
Pressure on the trigger
And the blood goes everywhere
You should have not fucked with me
And you might be alive to go on home today
Death and disorders my way
Tempted for Suicide but I can't play
Say my name
And I'll cut out your tongue
You are not worthy to speak it
You are a lame mane
Dxathsquad killa dagger knife or scythe
My way
Stay inside your lane
You cross on over you getting sprayed
No respect for any of these rappers in the game
All of you are grabbing at the throne
But who's the king
Grab a bitch boy By his throat
And cut it open like a goat
No remorse
And no more hope
Got that triple six to cope
I left my consciousness afloat
And dove into the bloody moat
You a joke to the crow
Boutta murder the pope
I talked to Satan
And he told me that the world is dead
It's filled with corpses and cadavers
And my enemies heads
You talk that shit to me you bound to twitch
And fall inside a ditch
I'm the creeper I'm that reaper
Call me Grim the eldrich
And imma slice yo fucking face
You try to pray but imma slay
And put your body in a grave
You a bitch ass busta
With a fucking death wish
Don't say my name
Less you wanna taste the blade
Cocked pump to yo teeth
Ask you wanna meet fate
Don't wait
You a snitch
Imma be the judge today
Pressure on the trigger
And the blood goes everywhere
You should have not fucked with me
And you might be alive to go on home today
Death and disorders my way
Tempted for Suicide but I can't play
Say my name
And I'll cut out your tongue
You are not worthy to speak it
You are a lame mane
Dxathsquad killa dagger knife or scythe
My way
Stay inside your lane
You cross on over you getting sprayed
No respect for any of these rappers in the game
All of you are grabbing at the throne
But who's the king
Grab a bitch boy By his throat
And cut it open like a goat
No remorse
And no more hope
Got that triple six to cope
I left my consciousness afloat
And dove into the bloody moat
You a joke to the crow
Boutta murder the pope
I talked to Satan
And he told me that the world is dead
It's filled with corpses and cadavers
And my enemies heads
You talk that shit to me you bound to twitch
And fall inside a ditch
I'm the creeper I'm that reaper
Call me Grim the eldrich
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Writer(s): Dakota Brown
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