Tell Me - Grim

Little mothafucker full of hatred and beastly

You hanging with PD

Me I’m quick to take a snitch out the population like PC

And I don’t really give a fuck

The flow is hard and it’s breath taking like a liver punch

Fucking stick um up

I’m nice with the hands but I will fucking blam at you bigger fucks

Grim is nuts, a mad dog, I can’t stand y’all

I’m off the damn wall like handball

You a mothafucking rookie, you can’t ball

In the same league cuz you pussy and that’s all

Yeah they lay low

All your chain mean to me is that it’s payday yo

I’ll fill a place with more dread than a Reggae show

Make pussy mothafuckers vacate they home

Tell me what happened to the game

Nobody fucking rap 'bout the passion and the pain

Tell me what’s the mothafucking plan

Tell me how I make it through this mothafucking land

Tell me it’s a happy place

I might decide to turn around, spit and slap your face

Tell me what you’re gonna do

When your time is near and the reaper come for you

Fucking AR-15 it can hit from far

But the submachine tear your fucking clique apart

Yeah, I’ll expose the kind of bitch you are

Think your pop should’ve pulled a fucking Chris Benoit

Your chips, your broads, and wallets hand to me

Or become a victim of assault and battery

And Joe Stallo is godly compared to me

You can bring your weapons and all of your cavalry

Who got the balls and who wanna challenge me

I’m not all there like a dwarf or amputee

There is no cure for insanity

I hang him by the legs and hack um off the knees

A savage beast, face um down

Point the mothafucking 38 and smile

Take your crown and leave your frame backwards

Now you’re caput like 2Pac's name backwards

(Hook)

When you see me keep it moving on some Nomad shit

Mothafucker I am not afraid to throw hands with

Any asshole that wants to, let’s go that’s it

I’ll leave you with a fucking red skull like Joe Hashmit

Get your ass kicked by a little guy with bigger pride

My knife dig inside you til it touch your rib or spine

It’s dinner time, hide your fucking kids and wives

Y’all about to get run over like a finish line

Y’all get behind me this is my year

I’ll put a mothafucker down quick it’s like beer

My father is the only man living I fear

I’ll leave you where I find you, you get it right there

A living nightmare, laught at death

So you best lighten up like Mike Jackson’s flesh

I’m not impressed by you, nothing you release is dope

Y’all are one hit wonders like the weed I smoke

(Hook)