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Terror Reid

Buried Alive

 

Buried Alive


[Terror Reid:]
Fuck the Earth, put my dick in the dirt
It's Terror
Straight digging through ya Grandma's purse
It's the disrespectful lunatic
He's fucking up the game and shit
Strapped with a beam sword, cooling off a Vicodin
My brain is oozing, who am I bruisin'?
I'm choosing to take the loot and
I'll strangle you with both hands
Then borrow ya stove to make some bomb ass toast
Before I wet ya folks
Ya better bring ya coat

[Eliozie:]
Like Eminem I'm bout to blackout, spazz 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, eating asphalt in a cash vault
Eliozie onto bigger things, onto better things
I got iller dreams, life is pleasuring
Lots of commas I be measuring like the treasury
People pestering
Ties are severing I'm busy rendering

[Terror Reid:]
So put your motherfucking hands all the way to the sky
It's Reid and Eliozie 'bout to bury you alive
6 feet deep under the street is where you sleep
No other can defeat this discreet meat beating thief

[Eliozie:]
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 missing
Can't find no heart rhythm

[Terror Reid:]
I am not from this planet, I did not plan this
Go on and make a fucking sandwich
For the banned man in a trash can eating Xans, clutching bands
Wearing 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
Doing cocaine off a razor blade, huffing propane
Feeling like a pitcher as I'm chucking this grenade, mane

[Eliozie:]
My brain fried like a hash brown
Bitches dropping pants down
Like I'm a king with a damn crown
Moving quick, I don't ever stand down
Ran down five cops
Now they yelling "man down"
Oops
I don't really give a shit about them
I'mma do my shit without them
It's astounding how motherfucka's really are surrounding
So I drown them in a fountain
Now I'm climbing mountains shouting "fuck them"

[Terror Reid:]
So put your motherfucking hands all the way to the sky
It's Reid and Eliozie 'bout to bury you alive
6 feet deep under the street is where you sleep
No other can defeat this discreet meat beating thief

[Eliozie:]
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 missing
Can't find no heart rhythm

feito

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