The Hunt for the Gingerbread Man - MF Grimm

Catch me if you can, I’m the gingerbread man

Beat murder cases while the jury still at grand

Dispose of the mold, yes I always keep a plan

In case I gotta chop up, cookie cutters in my hand

Burn, baby burn, keep a furnace on my land

I know hell is hot, I walk with a fan

That’s the way the cookie crumbles so try to understand

I’m laughing while you stumble cause you rumble like a girl

If people were just humble, it would be a better world

Bring it, I got guns, fuck what you care

Talking like you pumping, nigga, I’m on to your scheme

Nigga, I know you glazed and your heart is Krispy Kreme

Cash rules everything around me

Assholes like you astound me

Brain infected, pretending you’re a beast

When God created you, he added too much yeast

Whether internet gangster of cellphone thug

I will take your life and that’s on everything I love

I take death serious, I don’t love much

You must be delirious if you think you can’t be touched

JFK in Texas caught one in the boulder

Even the Pope took one in the shoulder

So what you think so special about you (sucker)

I’m short of a loaf, half-baked as a crew

Divide and conquer, in half brake you

I’ll ride out to die nigga, I’ll take you

I’m quick to catch a body now in my old age

I’ve seen the mistakes that Carlito made

A young nigga’ll kill you if you sleep and move slow

So wide 'em out, baby, block will got to go

Fiends nodded cause I got a mean flow

Show you what I’m made of, I’m bout the dough

I’m bout the dough, nigga

(I get money, money I got)

(And police couldn’t touch me because I was payin 'em)

(But not with no money — Yo, I was frayin 'em)

(And that’s the life, that I live)

(Got to get my motherfucking money right)

(So yeah, I’ll stick a nigga most definite)

(Blast the black metal at you)

(Now it’s like motherfucking Vietnam)

Gingy, money stacker, heat packer

Bleach flour, try to stay away from crackers

Saltine even, if they graham

Animals around courts of mayhem

Some animals perpetuate 'em like they Ritz

Man, fuck the crackers, they don’t mean shit

Half-bakes doing hits

Half-bakes doing hits

Pillsbury dope boy, he will meet defeat

I murdered Cookie Monster in the middle of the street

Rob Keebler Elves, we ran up in their tree

We had to kill them all, witnesses you never leave

Swimming in the cookie dough, we got the motherload

Putwork on the block, gingerbread, it;s time to flow

Cookie Jarvis had the block, we took him out of there

Lost all of his magic, he didn’t want to share

He had the Cookie Crook shook, Jarvis was a faker

So we returned him to his baker (gunshots)

That’s right, his baker

All mighty baker

(I get money, money I got)

(And police couldn’t touch me because I was payin 'em)

(But not with no money — Yo, I was frayin 'em)

(And that’s the life, that I live)

(Got to get my motherfucking money right)

(So yeah, I’ll stick a nigga most definite)

(Blast the black metal at you)

(Now it’s like motherfucking Vietnam)