Chew Em Up

Say my name Uhh, bang Black Hand Gang, whassup? Huh? My name Grand, how? Crooked -Ahem- Whassup, huh? Bang I'm the real rapper eater I chew 'em up, spit 'em out Chew 'em up, spit 'em out I am the beast that take instrumental CDs And put each beat on repeat Then leave 'em six feet deep Eat 'em crispy and sweet, yum Heat-seek 'em, steam-clean 'em Then reheat 'em, then re-release 'em We competin' on they beats so we can beat them A feature with me and them seem like I'm eatin' some Ether, I'm eatin' a piece of 'em, I ain't leavin' a crumb neither You hear this shit? I gotta bring it back Uhh, bang Black Hand Gang, whassup? Huh? My name Grand, how? Crooked -Ahem- Whassup, huh? Bang I'm the real rapper eater I chew 'em up, spit 'em out Chew 'em up, spit 'em out I am the beast that take instrumental CDs And put each beat on repeat Then leave 'em six feet deep Eat 'em crispy and sweet, yum Heat-seek 'em, steam-clean 'em Then reheat 'em, then re-release 'em We competin' on they beats so we can beat them A feature with me and them seem like I'm eatin' some Ether, I'm eatin' a piece of 'em, I ain't leavin' a crumb neither Pick three of 'em, I'm eatin' either one He's a bum, MCs need to run and keep the gun heater I leave blood when the front of my teeth sunk deeper You see eight MCs, I see one pizza Them eight slices that come with that free one liter I need one freezer, for them rap crews Your favorite rapper to grab the snack food Straightjacket, imagine shakin' the lash loose I ate past their wave caps and their tattoos I ate their raps and way after the last spoon I shitted, I went straight back in the bathroom Schoolin' 'em, way back in the classroom A few of them I left way back last June I told 'em room, my flow may crack their bone Cocaine, but you ain't know it came back that soon I'm brewin' 'em, brown stewin' 'em, the chef is I Whippin', in the kitchen I electrify Different, I'm extra fly See me in the videos, niggas recognize I'm on MTV, and BET, and every channel live So you can say that the revolution is televised We speak in codes, my goonies is sellin' pies If you listen when they talkin' you would think they sellin' fries Move, step aside, my album is on the way Hip-Hop could never die, my nigga I chew 'em up (chew 'em up), spit 'em out (spit 'em out) Chew 'em up (ah-ha), spit 'em out (spit 'em out) Chew 'em up, spit 'em out Crooked I, show them niggas what it's 'bout, huh? Yo, it's all a game, meet the winner I eat your dinner, keep street sweepers in a Jeep and weed roller deeper than a Freak's placenta, the beast is in us Evil sinners, we frequently grim reap beginners Soon as we aim them pipes at ya, life snatchers Then snatch your afterlife right after I might have to spray like taggers Let my nine splatter your mind's data all on your nice swagger Yeah, it's still the art of manslaughter I'll kill your unborn granddaughter By shootin' her future grandfather, if it wasn't for Bambaataa I would kill niggas with blood spillin' quicker than tap water Grab, let's make it official I spit like I ate me a Patriot missile Digested that and regurgitated a pistol Play me, my .380'll whistle Body still but your cranium swiveled It's the four fingers up, two twisted with the thumb broke Cancer in the lungs from inhalin' all this gun smoke Bustas'll leave it, hustlas fuck with us I'm walkin' with my jugulars bleedin', 'cause I'm cut-throat Grab Hahahaha, yeah, yaknahmean? C.O.B., nigga! East to West, West to East Least to best, rest in peace Killin' these rappers Try to think first, it's the golden stigmas Circle bustas, circle bustas My name Grand, how? Crooked -Ahem- Whassup, huh? Bang I'm the real rapper eater I chew 'em up, spit 'em out Chew 'em up, spit 'em out