[Intro]
The children!

[Verse 1: Lil' Grimm]
I'm the fucking scarecrow scoping at you in the damn dark
My corn yard you bustas hot your body gonna split apart
I was there, I'm the nigga tall at about the hour
I'm the one up to the chapters of the ghost, run to another level
Look into my eyes, tell me what the fuck you see
All I see is dark and demons chase me in my damn dream
Bang bang to your motherfucking skull, grazed by a thug
What you bustas' wanna do
Pin wheel lead spin around all the cowards wanna run
This is the first commandment, thou shalt not test the little Grimm
If you wanna take a trip to the dark side make an appointment with the [?]
How about I rip your fucking testis off your spinal cord
Can't you think this shit GODDAMN that nigga's cold
Now pray, on some holy one before you leave my bitch
I lick and murder one, there is no stop to switch
It's on my nigga
"Yeah it's on!"
So I got my [?]
Rest in pieces devil dances now we leave them bloody spots
Now think twice before you diss his click
"Have you seen the crucifix?"
Nigga of a lesser god, children of the corn yard

[Chorus]
The Children of the Corn
The Children of the Corn
The Children of the Corn
Since I was born, Children of the Corn

[Verse 2: [?] & [?]]
Wake up, a bad morning 'cause they hear my victims cry
My intention to grab my nine, 'cause the demons they close my mind
(I think thats fine, they playing the game, with some nuts they insane)
The demons they hit to the brain (Guess who)
Spirit of Jesse James (I think it's strange)
I'm telling these demons to [?]
But if you want to play I spray
Don't know why [?] the AK
(So make my day, I'm sleepin' in the darkness surrounded by saints
I smoke my blunt dip)
Oh shit there goes the demons again (You comprehend)
My hood is filled with killers maine some thugs
So what you coward gonna do when it come to pushing shove
([?], in nineteen seventy-six a killer is born
The paranoiac and schizophrenic Children of the Corn)

[Chorus]
The Children of the Corn
The Children of the Corn
The Children of the Corn
Since I was born, Children of the Corn

[Verse 3]
Walking into the wilderness again and speakin' with a jinn
Evil thoughts are on my mind so I grip my plastic nine
One more time, aimin' at your skull 'cause I don't show no love
A psycho born killer one of the realer, how do you figure bullets gone' drilla'
Stay in your fucking place 'cause you know I do not play
Move to LA you living there but I smoke dope and hay?
(Sippin' Alize), [?]
I'm pulling my chrome, let's get it on get it on John!
Watch me pull out of my whip and bitches better to get to steppin'
Cliques just start to project themselves, protest and count your blessings that's my message
But lately [?]
What goes to my niggas Graveyard, I bet I split your heart into some parts
Real talk, I'm crazy in the mind!
Sick of having to flip I grab my dick and bust a nut then kill the bitch
Fucking trippy 'cause you know I don't show no love
Bitches talking shit mane they gotta pay the cost to the boss
You dare to cross my path you sittin' on my chrome?
Playing with my chrome so now it's on, Children of the Corn

[Chorus]
The Children of the Corn
The Children of the Corn
The Children of the Corn
Children of the Corn Crops
Children of the Corn Crops
Children of the Corn Crops