Grim Reaper - Da Youngsta's

It’s the return

My resurrection

Lethal injection

Causing infection

No question, I’m the kid you saw on the news

I wreck crews who refuse to pay dues

So, here’s a sneak peak, I rock creep and grim reap beef

You’re in knee deep so just peep

I refreak on hon’s that never knew

I could run through your crew and screw any chick I want to

Drop bombs like word is bond

If you wanna check the flavor then peep the rhyme

I’ll take the razor

Cut ya from ear to ear

I have no fear, kicking nuts up to the rear

I cut your legs off and make you walk home

You’re worse than a paraplegic, nigga ya gone

There ain’t no coming back, I don’t really care

Once dead, always dead, ya outta here

Uh

Don’t provoke I’m no joke, you get smoked, rhymes shoot like dope

You get washed up like soap, played out like Bob Hope

I’m no sucker, you’re super loonie, keep stepping to me

With that he said, she said bull crap off the wall

You’ll catch an ill smack with this ill track

I’m not a new jack, you can’t cope, you stay broke, you can’t rap

So bring the drama cause I’m more ready than ever, whatever

Cause none of y’ll suckas can do it better

Check one, check two, I’m creeping up on your soul

You had your fun time sucker, c’mon now it’s time to go

So step aside it’s the grim reaper at your door

5'8″, brown skin, skinny kid keeping it raw

Rough and roughed, displaying rhyme rependence

I’m in this to win this so nigga mind your business

Who is it?

The brother named Tarik coming at ya

I’ll gat ya and smack ya

Watch out for the body snatchers

Well breaker break one two

Clear way so I can come through

Stepping with my Glock, bringing rawkus like the Wu

Tang

Ain’t no thang I can go bang bang

Creep off the crime scene cause I’m great like a Dane

You’ll get split like EPMD

Controversial like Dr. Dre and Eazy E

Appearing

Intimidating from the door

Sucking niggas like a sand hole like on Star Wars

I effect like a laxative

With your plan locked down like a nigga doing a bid

I’m coming like a kid beating his wood

more moves than the man Wilson Good

Chicken, back relax without the skunk

I can meditate without smoking a blunt, don’t front

You know the music pumps coming from the trunk

Entering the scene with the Illy Filly funk