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I'mma put him in the basket | Wait, no, put him in the casket! | Douse it in some sulfuric acid
(Yeah, I'm- I'm- I'mma-) I'mma put him in the basket Wait, no, put him in the casket! Douse it in some sulfuric acid Proceed to throw the matches And watch it burn to ashes, 'cause I am feelin' so graphic I'mma cut your tongue out and teabag it with my big nuts I will sew your lips shut and tie ya hips up Puttin' salt in all your fuckin' wrist cuts, 'til it's blistered Motherfucker do you get the fucking picture? How fast will you react after I crash this flat black Cadillac Into the back of ya whack Pontiac? In fact, it seems your body's still intact I'll pull you out the car, put it in reverse and then I laugh (hm!) My eyes are turning orange, I make yo' whore cringe I'll shoot your door hinge on a robin While the floor spins, my bad I must have panicked I'm boofin' Xanax, still playin' with your gram's tits 'Cause Terror is not over with (put ya-) 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 (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 (ay, ay) I finish first, never finish last Steppin' on the gas, yeah I go and pass Now you in the past, in the fast lane In the droptop counting cash Shove an hourglass up ya ass and head to first class Now all these bitches lookin' at me For the D, like a fiend I'm a dream, up my self-esteem I am on the screen, I'm a machine Something that this world has never seen I got the genes, flip the high beams And empty the magazine (click-) Click, clack, chicka boom pow! Headshots straight between your fuckin' eyebrows Literally lyrically confusing I bought a 3D-printed Uzi Because I've seen it in a movie They pull up in a hooptie And try to shoot me I gave that ass a rash so fast I hit 'em with the fuckin' two piece So call the police, capisce? 'Cause this beast is off his leash And I don't think you want to see me in the streets (put ya-) 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 (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
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