Keep It Raw Remix

[Verse 1: Rated R]
I'm the mothafucking antichrist, demon on the mic
I'll terrorize your dreams like I'm Freddy when you sleep at night
You're like a retard that can't speak or read or write
Your flow is like a beat up snatch, you can't seem to keep it tight
I'll make you see the light that's shining from the ambulance
You're dead on arrival, with no survival, never had a chance
You faggots ice grilling me, you never should've had a glance
I live by the sword and I'ma stab it through your Adam's apps
These ain't no corny battle raps, they're guaranteed promises
You'll have to hide your wife and kids and stay at where your momma lives
If you decide to fuck with me I'll have to dump a couple g's
To get you wetted leave you beheaded that's right you'll fucking bleed
I've had it with these punk emcees, you'll never spar with Rated R
You ain't up on my pedigree so fall on back and play your parts
This ain't no Pop shit homie I ain't into breaking hearts
I'll crush your puny skull while I break it down into shards

[Verse 2: Tabs]
I came to say that I stay with Spartans
And we pave the way like the fucking highway department
Anytime of day we're marching, we come to brawl so fuck y'all
I'ma get my shotty and catch a body like a trust fall
To say you suck balls is an understatement
The fact you ain't suffocating is just amazing
Enough said, time for bloodshed cuz nothing changes
So if you want to butt heads I'll headbutt your fucking face in
Fuck you and the cowards with you that they're hard
We like Olympic power, lift is the way that we raise the bar
I'll leave these fuckers razor scarred
When I carve Grim, Tabs and Rated R in the face of an A&R
I'm taking charge licking shots at your damn facade
When I spit raps here like you were bitch slapped by the hands of God
C'mon man you think you beefing with that half step
Then you got problems on your hand like cheating on a math test

[Verse 3: Pure Doze]
Zu stark abgefuckt
Das herz schlägt im takt
Bass staub tanzt auf den boxen
Alles im lack
Ich bin abseits vom leben wenn der hammer fällt
Tief luft hol’n untertauchen in die drama welt
Gedanken seelenstrip in meinem kopf is patchwork
Baue mir das leben stein auf stein – social network
Ich stehe unter druck napalm orange montana
Suche den button weiterleben oder nirvana
Ich brems ich bleib nicht steh’n
Siehst du wie die räder sich dreh’n
Im teufelskreis pack das nicht an das ist heiss
Ich skippe weiter der beat klngt gut für’n rapper mann
Ich skippe weiter der rapper fängt an zu rappen an
In dem moment in dem ich ein’ rhyme gebaut hab’
Ist mir doch klar dass du mir ein’ rhyme geklaut hast
So hör ich alben in sekundenschnelle alles kack
Geb mir menace brooklyn zoo oder lakmann
What a blood clot

[Verse 4: Grim]
Disturbed like Nick Berg, I'm beheading you slow
Death is what your mothafucking destiny holds
Flop your lips like the best on the globe
'Til I come dropping shit like head on the bowl
I'll sever your throats, run on your boulevard
Pulling cards like Remy LeBeau, step on my toes
Get a stabbing worse than Caesar received by the senator throne
Grim's spoken, leave you with your chin broken
Two straps like the Warrior when he pinned Hogan
Your clique folding, stomachs ripped open
In a puddle of your own blood is where you sit hoping
Provoking Pesci the goon, you must want to get me in a terrible mood
Like Confederates take it to the men in the blue
And the mothafucking president elected to rule