[Intro: The Grym Reaper]
Look Chief, there's only one way to catch these Gravediggaz
We gotta go deep into the underground
(You're nuts!
You know what I gotta do to catch a permission to dig up a grave?)

[Verse 1: The Grym Reaper]
I'm coming in black and running the track, I dare you to overreact
I'm placing the mic stand into my right hand digging a hole in your back
Just for the record I'm making it perfectly clear that my method'll sever the ear
Of the biggest and baddest regardless of status, it's hazardous when I appear, uh
Fake cats'll tremble in fear unless you repent or beware
I mentally damage and fracture your cabbage, you're way beyond repair
Carryin tools while others be braggin about they carats and jewels
It's a marriage of fools, stick up! Now you're left in a blood pool
Illiterate, limited, primitive, inconsiderate piece of shit
I stick you for your ice with the graveyard pick
I'm sicker than sickle cell, puttin you through triple Hell
Ripping your whole shell, then I cripple you as well

[Verse 2: The Gatekeeper]
Torn between the weed and indo, occasion occupation
Bitches are starstruck on location
Keepin the fat gear and a loot knot include bangin and bounce n***a to doom
Pickin him up, rippin his gut, blood spread across the room
Peelin your skin dry, hopin your ass die, fuck a prayer
Dragon slayer, organ donor, a n***a that's quick to bone ya
Black pitched walkin and talkin and spittin and breathe with a morning
Lightin a fuse, strikin your ass on fire, I burn ya
Beggin and plead, where to begin, n***as is lost, covered with sin
N***a that wanna step, same n***a get disrespect
Holdin it down, mix in the mud, corner to cave
N***as are slaved with affidavits
Roamin the globe unknown and nameless
[Hook: The Grym Reaper]
The G-R-A-V-E-D-I-G-G-A-Zig Zag Chamber got cats in danger
The hot flow's major, the show's got flavor
You all know the caper, God control your paper
The G-R-A-V-E-D-I-G-G-A-Zig Zag Chamber got cats in danger
The hot flow's major, the show's got flavor
You all know the caper, God control your paper

[Verse 3: The Grym Reaper]
Severely poor, yes, I was here before, now it's a daily war
If the hustle fail me or derail me I'ma be jailed for sure
Pressure be escalating, stakes be testin my patience
Satan be puttin the thought in my head to lay awake and waste men
But they be black like me and they react like me
Carry a gat like me, producin the drama like Spike Lee
Hoodies and Timbs nightly, manoeuvring packed tightly
Keepin the block spicy and like they wrist icy
For a limited time the criminal mind'll shine before they find
They're dumb and deaf and blind, either be God or be the swine
You know the graveyard anthem dig in your brain sanctum
Grym Reap, Poetic, Tony Titanium, I'm out like a phantom

[Verse 4: The Grym Reaper]
Yo.. leave em collegiate, vision impaired, leavin a trapped sector
Catchin a snare, breathin the air, pickin up fans like bone collector
Slip in the deuce, turn on the juice, n***as are lost in thought
Afraid in their appearance, runnin past interference
Pick up a trend, tearin a raid, causin the Earth to shake
Made up a cost next to nothin, my molecules runnin constant
Microphone leave em destruct, rap employment, guns I bust
Never to sink or drop, I'm ready to bust shots
The hideous, deep in the dark, mysterious, dark delirious
Blow the head off distortion, display it in proportions
Maintaining a Grym tale, remaining to raise hell
Fuck the cloning, a n***a receive death to my opponents
[Hook: The Grym Reaper]
The G-R-A-V-E-D-I-G-G-A-Zig Zag Chamber got cats in danger
The hot flow's major, the show's got flavor
You all know the caper, God control your paper
The G-R-A-V-E-D-I-G-G-A-Zig Zag Chamber got cats in danger
The hot flow's major, the show's got flavor
You all know the caper, God control your paper
The G-R-A-V-E-D-I-G-G-A-Zig Zag Chamber got cats in danger
The hot flow's major, the show's got flavor
You all know the caper, God control your paper
The G-R-A-V-E-D-I-G-G-A-Zig Zag Chamber got cats in danger
The hot flow's major, the show's got flavor
You all know the caper, God control your paper