The Original

There's only one Grim Reaper
 Yes, there's only one me
 Try to steal my name and fame
 But they all my songs
 Slap box with spirits
 Knuckle it with omens
 Try to bite my flowin
 And your mouth be foamin
 Act hard, I'll murder each one of em
 Toast, roast the back of the heads
 But blew brains two yards in front of em
 Done with them
 Now they all forgotten
 Cause I pick fights the way slaves pick cotton
 Grim Reaper AKA the Grinch
 I've been hated for a while
 On trial, mind state murder
 Pre-meditated, evidence is my 12" inch
 Chillin wit D, Smooth, Pac and also Vince
 Murders mapped out at every measure
 Bury enemies like they treasure
 They give the Reaper so much pleasure
 Bursting up the stacks, knapsacks and mental racks
 Rhymes so crazy, Son of Sam did half my tracks
 Next, I bring em
 Crews, I fling them
 Bring them all
 I'll destroy your whole kingdom
 I see all these niggas in the video
 And I wonder if they individually pussy
 Ain't no safety is in numbers
 All big head rappers I will diss them
 The world is too little
 Grim Reaper run the fuckin solar system
 I got mad flows, yeah you stole sum
 You thought you had the cookie
 But you only had the cookie crumbs
 Slash throats and verbal combat
 You stress your brain to the limit
 Well I stress mine beyond that
 Send all pawns, I roll with knights and rooks
 If looks can kill, then your crew killed with looks
 I battle ten men, wuts dyin', ten men
 For those who scheme on, dream on like Bryan Pen-Pen
 Master loose-leaf, but ryhme books tight
 Not afraid to face death cause I know wut he looks like
 Miscarriage, all thoughts impregnated
 Abort pre-actions, dreams are terminated
 Your craniums transparent, I can see right through you
 Plus your speech is incoherent
 Distortions of dialect communication
 Now I gotta stop ya'll like communism
 As you paradox, I rock solid like a prism
 Since paralyzed I don't paint pretty pictures
 In my lyric books, hips hop holy scriptures
 Aggravated cause my spines severed, I rhyme forever
 Dime a dozen phh me never
 Legs can't move but in my head I dance
 I wear a hobo straight jacket with a crooked pants
 As yours go Blah, Blah
 Mine go Blukah, Blukah
 Step to me and crash mother fucka's like a sleepy trucker
 If you try to front like you all that
 I send you mail, but all mail sent will be black
 Cause you tell lies of white, claim your right
 But out of a 100% you rapper's, 99% bite
 A sniper bullet derailed me, but like I said we're KMD
 All hail me