[Eliozie:] I’ma put him in a basket Wait, no, put him in a casket Douse it in some sulfuric acid Proceed to throw the matches And watch him burn to ashes ‘Cus I am feeling so graphic I’ma cut your tongue out and teabag it with my big nuts I will sew your lips up and tie your hips up Puttin’ salt in all your fuckin’ wrist cuts Til it’s blisters Motherfucker do you get the fucking picture?
[Terror Reid:] How fast will you react after I crash this flat Black Cadillac in to the back of your wack Pontiac In fact, it seems your body is still intact I’ll pull you out the car, put it in reverse and then I laugh My eyes are turning orange, I make your hoe cringe I’ll shoot your door hinge [?] While the floor spills My bad I must have panicked I’m boofin’ Xanax then playin’ with your gram’s tits Cause Terror is not over with
[Terror Reid & Eliozie:] Put your hands in the sky if you ready to die Terror Reid and Eliozie about to bury you alive Yet another mission, he starts the transmission and goes missing Can’t find no heart rhythm So put your motherfuckin’ hands all the way to the sky It’s Reid and Eliozie about to bury you alive Six feet deep under the street is where you sleep No other can defeat this discreet meat beatin’ thief
[Eliozie:] I finish first, never finish last Steppin’ on the gas Yeah, I go and pass Now you in the passin’, in the fast lane In the drop-top counting cash Of a oval glass up your ass [?] first class Now all these bitches lookin’ at me Could it be like the fiend I’m a dream, up my self-esteem I am on the screen I am a machine Something that this world has never seen I got the jeans, flip the high beams and empty the magazine
[Terror Reid:] Click, clack, chicka boom bow Headshot straight between your fucking eyebrows Literally lyrically confusing I bought a 3D printed Uzi, because I’ve seen it in a movie They pull up in a hoopty And try to shoot me I gave that ass a rash so fast, I hit them with the fuckin’ [?] So call the police, capiche? ‘Cus this beast is off his leash And I don’t think you want to see me in the streets
[Terror Reid & Eliozie:] Put your hands in the sky if you ready to die Terror Reid and Eliozie about to bury you alive Yet another mission, he starts the transmission and goes missing Can’t find no heart rhythm So put your motherfuckin’ hands all the way to the sky It’s Reid and Eliozie about to bury you alive Six feet deep under the street is where you sleep No other can defeat this discreet meat beatin’ thief