Throwin 10 on the ground feelin mad woozy
Laid back with ya aunt boutta shoot a movie
Triple X rated feet up in the blue ksubis
Y’all sum chickens I’m a eagle shittin 2 rubies
She a snack so that make me Scooby
No disrespect, I seen ya baby mama gotta huge booty
Kinda moody, hammer down like Judy
Lazy boy recline, spittin grime hock tooie
98 m-p-h drinkin Alizé
The pearl paint wraith glowin, make da tide change
Bumpin Drain top down, speakers boutta break
Smokin somethin for the pain I don’t know the name
Smokin somethin for the pain I don’t know the name
I’m takin bumps wit a Prada spoon
Do alot of product pretty often, gotta stop it soon
Rocket in the pocket, copped it in the afternoon
Comin home to naked models cleanin up my living room
Ain’t alive, still the coldest guy you ever seen
I’ll kick yo shit round da field like I’m wearin cleets
Hand on da mic, while the other start another beat
‘M trashin little baggies in da Escalade limousine
Cuz ima fiend for dis shit, what you thought I wasn’t?
Your life nothin, yo bitch and you resemble cousins
You gettin beamed talkin like you was a man or somethin
I got Russian 10s flockin by da baker dozen
I got Russian 10s flockin by da baker dozen
OK. I got more
I lease a 73 Chevy Caprice
Put a bomb in the seat, and drive fast at police
You ain’t movin cuz you lackin the grease
A maniac in da sheets
Ever lastin neva lackin the cash, I preach
Fuck peace, kill people on the regularo
Packin 7 guns, stickin up a packed Valero
Stack dinero blowin up like a red barrel
Da Rap Pharaoh on a path like a deck of Tarot
Nah, you ain’t seen what I seen
A dime a dozen hoes throwin pantyhose wen I lean
But ima cease to exist, I ain’t pickin dimensions
You could call it what you want, dis divine intervention bitch
You could call it what you want, dis divine intervention
Fuck the fame, I just wanna get away with murder shapeshiftin on tha mic like I’m Zuckerberg-er
And wen I pop I’m goin through the ceiling and the girder now take you mangy ass to work, gimme a cheeseburger
Evil doer, I don’t need no fuckin practice
Higher than a god bitch, I’m Ancient Lord Abraxis
Navigate the game with cold calculated tactics
I made it to the ship now I’m the captain
Controllin damage with Gammage, prepare the planet for doom
Take da trash to the dump and send they soul to the moon
Not the time to be petty, this be one for the books
My Manifesto a deep dive in the mind of a crook
Other lyrics by Terror Reid:
8 DIMEZ
[Terror Reid:] Well look who creepin look who crawlin No fuckin wit hoez they stallin In love I thinkin dey fallin But dat money jus won stop callin me R-E to the I Like …
CHIN CHECK
Lookin down the barrel I can see the other side I can see an apparition in the tomb where I reside Zoom it out and see nobody on my side See my shadow got the pistol …
DEPARTURE (skit)
Brothers and sisters, at long last, our salvation is upon us The overlord has been waiting, now we must go to him directly Our time has come, stand up, and give …
DOIN MY THANG
I got my windows down Might see me cruisin like a mack widda full tank Worrying bout nothin cuz the check just hit the bank Thinkin bout my beezy from around da way Said …
ESSENCE
[Terror Reid:] I’m straight Climbin up on that roster Surging is like I’m a doctor Revolting fella, I’m ‘a tell dat hoe to top me up inna copter …