Grim Fandango

skulls like cros*******ones, boneheads and barelimbs

a spare grim when I tear the heir apparent

daring to be truthful, but with winners with no scruples

using the useful lights that would suit his pupils

looking at suitable samples a chance be sold

i'm not illin, killin or chillin on lamping cold

i'm rational even when i'm sla*******ng your nose

they think it i'll snatch your nose quick

on a pass with show flicks

i'm just pass with flow *******t

no diss like your progress, i know best

you can role a script without blown test

i notice they no this is no diss

just showman*******p on my programs

which i had a dream in which i wished i had my hands raised

to my place in complacency at the manblades

memory vague, but the scene resembled a police raid

dance devil, dance grim

fandango fade

yo I come through your hood with a sick demeanor

cause I got thick skin like myxedema

and on it is an anthem of a movement of the greatest of speech

princely park to save in his cheek, raising you bleak

this is bunker rap, punks react

put screens when the the thunder claps

******* knowing I rap truth, well-versed in a ledge

punchlines smack you gap-toothed like Percy Sledge

as the fluid movement knowing i kinda do it

if you do 3 life truants 1 translucent, i'll bust

a capillary and bust another one above that

and i'll cop one of your late records

yes, i'm ******* with that, i see you bumping with gats

i'm slapping you wrists, amble your *******t, student

i'm the master of diss

I tote a smoking gun and hope that cancer sticks

so a star was born, now you have no ass to risk

i flew a delta kappa rapper in you mouth reticle

I might as well keep it all alphabetical

If you are what you eat, and I am what she eats

that makes me a chicken and her a consumer, believe me

and if ICU and UBC then I C seein and I see you

and I know you don't wanna twirl with bars

cause if you and I verse we'll end up worlds apart

I got one love for twenty-two 2's with scene flow

change the station with amazing grace, they call me "free-throw"

it ain't foreplay for banisters to doorway

a whore say "play four" while I say "foreplay"

damn right I ******* fans, and i rush up live ringers

meaning I *******-up fans, get punched by five fingers

line splitters, catch D.A.K Day Tripper

A six shooter who does seven sins

to make eight figures.