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letra de i.d.f.a. - terror reid

[intro]
the brutal styles and relentless wordplay you have experienced in this manifesto will be forever imprinted into your psyche
his words will live in the back of your head
like a f-ckin’ parasite
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
b-tch, that’s right
what it do
it’s reid
goin in, what it do
uh

[verse 1]
it’s time to meet the menace, a criminal defendant
’cause when this track is finished i’mma need a life sentence
dabblin’ in vengeance, i’ve had it with pretendin’
now i’mma need a pension and a palace that’s tremendous
don’t try and mend this, i think he gone gonzo
gimme a tank and a cheeky freak blonde hoe
hard to speak with my d-ck up in her tonsil
when i’m gone she gone need some palo santo
deflectin’ bullets like i’m made of titanium
hit ya d-mn cranium, knock ya out the stadium
swollen eyes like i’m hittin’ a serrated blunt
number one hated one, nuclear uranium
awfully blunted, got a bone to pick with life itself
so far gone i feel like hangin’ myself
i think it’s aimless to help, i think i’m under a spell
the underground overlord come and take ’em to h-ll
ignorin’ the fakes, y’all got horrible taste
my pockets so fat they gettin’ orbital traits
this playa raisin’ the stakes, he burnin’ faces like mace
and sendin’ jaws into sp-ce, yo, i keep my sh-t laced
[chorus]
when i come around b-tches turn around
they hear the sound and they look me up and down
when it come to da fellas
i don’t know what to tell ya
so all i’m ‘onna say is that i don’t f-ck around
ya keep runnin’ that mouth, that’s another round
pound for pound, i’mma put ’em in the ground
ya comin’ with that f-ck sh-t
i’m blowin’ up the function
got nothin’ else to say, b-tch, i don’t f-ck around
i don’t f-ck around

[verse 2]
never believe the malevolent force
rippin’ the head off a corpse
i told ’em not to press me, it’s a dangerous sport
i’m full of rage of a sort, because i hate you, of course
too many birds a-flockin’ like i’m f-ckin’ fisherman’s wharf
ayo enough with the pitch, i got somethin’ to itch
and this cialis means i’ll f-ck it if it look like a b-tch
i’m slashin’ both of ya wrists, come back and open the stitch
i never miss, comin’ atcha with the wickedest fist
it’s the one you can’t run from
my style so dumb dumb, collecting a lump sum, plat
steerin’ the chariot, citizens staring, he known as the scariest cat
a mack fo’ a fact, you ain’t ready fo’ dat
he windin’ it back just to tackle a rat
and all that remains is the mangled remains of yo’ cap
i’m takin’ yo’ brain, never givin’ it back, lil’ b-tch
[chorus]
when i come around b-tches turn around
they hear the sound and they look me up and down
when it come to da fellas
i don’t know what to tell ya
so all i’m ‘onna say is that i don’t f-ck around
ya keep runnin’ that mouth, that’s another round
pound for pound, i’mma put ’em in the ground
ya comin’ with that f-ck sh-t
i’m blowin’ up the function
got nothin’ else to say, b-tch, i don’t f-ck around

- terror reid

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