Gingy - MF Grimm

You don’t have a truth-telling style

What are you talking about?

You don’t know what this is

The Grim Reaper’s visiting with you

I kill 'em all

I’m indestructible, you can’t cause a dent

Tell you what I do and who I represent

See I represent murderers and felony offenders

Weave and buck timeout to get legal tenders

Who won’t just hurt you, return you back to sender

You’re on the guest list, skip the line

VIP treatment, hit with the nine

Twisted sadistic statistic of crime

Gingerbread rule world, there’s no negotiating

Send you a bomb in the mail like Kaczynski

Certain stars in hip-hop are being eliminated

Then they get chopped up, turned into mince meat

Burn them alive, leave clues for the manhunt

So they can chase me, that’s what I want

Cause they can’t catch me, one step ahead of them

Your favorite hip-hop star Gingy murders them

One by one

I kill 'em off

Why do I do it?

I’m just addicted

God complex, I hate when they spit shit

So I get rid of them, sometimes it’s horrible

Blood all over the studio, terrifying

One freestyled before dying, fucked up crying

Knew I could see right through all his lying

Oxygen is precious, best they leave

Grabbed by the throat, choked until they can’t breathe

Something excite me when a rapper can’t breathe

Dispose of his body parts then a nigga breathes

Can’t stop the urge plus some pay me G’s

Call of the wild, I’m about to go on a spree

I’m very rational, plus stay calculating

So when it’s time come there’ll be no hesitating

Rappers tortured, victims dominate

I crush they spirit and they mic and it’s on tape

They can talk shit about guns and be brolic

But when I kill them off it’s symbolic

Cold blooded, half baked psychopath

Listen to 'em scream, dipped in acid bath

Who live through it?

They don’t have a chance

When I hunt it’s like I’m in a trance

I hunt emcees, brag that they stars

Torture chamber burnt with sixteen bars

Page from rhyme book sent to the media

Crime so well done, not caught by medium

Legend in own mind, who’s gonna appreciate it

One million clap, audience of a schizophrenic

Never apologetic, world needs the truth

Ruthless, bodies found dead in vocal booth

I kill off livers and deadpan

Catch me if you can, I’m the Gingerbread Man

You’re all gonna die

If he dies, he dies

Kill 'em off