Letras
(Uh)
(Like this, yo)
(Like that)
(I like that)
(Storming up, call me to come up)
(Yo)
(Put your motherfuckin' hands all the way to the sky)
(Reid and Eliozie 'bout to bury you alive)
(Ayy, ayy)
Fuck the Earth, put my dick in the dirt
It's Terror
Straight diggin' through your grandma's purse
It's that disrespectful lunatic
He's fuckin' up the game and shit
Strapped with a beam sword, coolin' off a Vicodin
My brain is oozin', who am I bruisin'?
I'm choosin' to take the loot and, I'll strangle you with both hands
Then borrow yo' stove to make some bomb ass toast
Before I wet yo' folks, you better bring ya coat
(Yo)
Like Eminem, I'm about to black out, spaz out
Looking for someone to beat the crap out
Whip the ass out, hit the map route
Then I passed out on the bath salts
Eatin' asphalt in the cash vault (yo)
Eli- Eliozie onto bigger things, onto better things
I got iller dreams, life is pleasurin'
Lots of commas I be measurin', like the treasury
People pesterin', ties are severin', I'm busy renderin' (yo)
So put yo' motherfuckin' hands all the way to the sky
It's Reid and Eliozie 'bout to bury you alive
Six feet deep under the street is where you sleep
No other can defeat this discreet meat-beatin' thief
Put ya hands in the sky if you ready to die
Terror Reid and Eliozie 'bout to bury you alive
Yet another mission, he starts the transmission and goes missin'
Can't find no heart rhythm
I am- I am not from this planet
I did not plan this
Go on and make a fuckin' sandwich for the banned man in the trash can
Eatin' Xans, clutchin' bands, wearin' pink Vans
As he does the Thizzle Dance
Physically, not mentally, or spiritually insane, I'll eat ya brain
With an ice-cold glass of lemonade
Doin' cocaine off a razorblade, huffin' propane