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it be the animalistic, sadistic, cryptic
mystic with the mega ballistics
check the statistics im stealin ya sisters digits
grippin timid midgets, tippin infinite whippits
sitting back developing cataracts fast 
from all these trash millennial wack rap acts
oh u call ur self a gang bangin thug countin stacks?
and makin racks off ya trash ass raps? bitch relax
we all know u still live at home w both ya folks 
ya neva been poked ya neva fucked those hoes
ya neva even held a gun befo 
silly bitches pretending they whippin shit in they kitchen, well listen
go and find ya daddies shiny gun rack
grab the biggest gat and make it fast before he comes back
good now find out where he keeps the bullets at
youll only need one so don't grab the whole fuckin pack

welcome back to the real deal its the whole meal
i'm the illest mother fucker who won't hesitate to break the seal
stormin tha gates it's back to basics 
i'll let u taste it then peel ya face just face it
cuz i'm the quickest shit since the invention of the wheel
i never fuck w bitches who ain't wearing high heels
so kick back and witness this sickness that is this 
its terror reid up in this, im writing the prescriptions 

find a comfy place where u can sit now
load the clip put it in ya mouth and bite down
but before you go splat, think back to another time 
where mother fuckas actually rhymed and crossed the line
i'm sick of this shit can't understand u wen u spit
but wen i can it's same mutha fuckin subject
“pussy lean backwoods gold chains and xanax”
no one gives a fuck how much u spending on ya amex 
well fuck that shit bitch i'm snorting mutha fuckin anthrax 
i chop it up with a axe kick bakc n relax
ill beat my self w a bat
cuz i'm a maniac i fact 
i'll ask ya fuckin bitch to spit if i want a cum back
matter of fact that's only the half my ill intentions 
i'll teleport to the morgue and have a dead corpse convention
and after that, shit ill hang up my hat
ay to satan if u can hear me dawg, pls call me back

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locked up in my room
never really have too much to do
i go to treatment for my issues
but they really dont got no clue
 self abuse simply amusing 
drug abuse help get me through 
i cant fight the feeling of uselessness 
my use is to be used 
so i get fucked up
no one never loved us 
misfits get left in the dust
get left to combust 
sent back to adjust 
to normal social standards that the world made for us 
but fuck that
grab a gat then bust that
make em run never come back
i got love to show 
but never been loved back 
make my heart cold like pitch black
used to be innocent 
now im just ignorant 
smoking and reminiscing bout the past 
relationships getting ess intimate 
im just not into it 
im tryna go get a bag 
stoned 
smoking on distillate 
breaking me out of my mental imprisonment 
anything i start i finish it 
i'm too legitimate 
Devil's number one participant yeah
you and me we not equivalent
you want attention
my focus is dividends 
i play a bitch like an instrument 
you kiss a bitch on the mouth and you hold her hand
snorting up stimulants 
i think my tolerance limitless 
my body slowly diminishing 
im not a citizen 
im like and alien criminal 
sent here to fuck with the mass 
drugs 
got my head spinning like Michelin
Zach in a consequence 
what a coincidence  
mushrooms got me inarticulate 
cant form a sentence 
im witnessing horoscope vision 
the shit that im seeing is IMMANENT
like when im done tripping 
this shit disappearing yuh
my train of thought is magnificent
hit up my phone if you need psychedelics 
come get this shit

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lyrics:

Got my chain straight from 
Sinaloa
It’s blessed with death
Just to feed my fcking appetite
I get no rest
Bro bro called said it’s crazy he wont leave with out a vest
We where running wild probably slapped your dad for respect
Trying to elevate when out of order take the steps
Every day I leave the house there’s at least
One bitch trying to throw me sex
busy worried about my circle give a fuck
About the rest
Busy worried what I’m doing nigga
Go and get a check

I’m a Palo
We do voodoo
get you killed I don’t need to shoot you
Like spaghetti
While I count this fetti getting she going slurp this noodle
Tatted up like a desk when a kid gets bored and doodles
Like it’s home improvement
Bitch I need a belt to hold this tool up
I adapt to the environments
From streets or to a suit
I don’t wanna hurt nobody
Best believe
I still will shoot


Might just catch me with the jag like
I’m Mogle
Jungle book

Most these niggas out here fairies
Peter Pan I’m Captain Hook

Ride around town
Trying to turn one into two
Finna make a couple plays than it’s right back to the booth
Catch me sippin champagne
Once this deal goes through
Finna cop a hell cat
Need a Huracan too
Ain’t no love up in the streets
You with them then you die too
In the store
If I like the shoe I just might buy two
Like it’s track we jumped some hurdles
Like the circus went through hoops
We went head first through the fire
Just to live up how we do

Sinaloa

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LYRICS:

(Terror Reid & Pouya)

Man, wassup?
It's Terror Reid, Pouya (Yuh, bitch)
408, 305
Coast-to-coast, you know how the fuck we ride

[Terror Reid]
I was born with the mind of a madman
Understand Terror pushin' dust like a fan
Goddamn you just found out that I'm the man? where you been at?
I get more head than a snapback cap
It's been like that since way before we bounced back
We snatching diamonds out the glass and we sell 'em right back
Fuck around and get jacked, nah, you can't have it back
The vanilla villain, always keep his train on the tracks
So gimme da cheese, hit the flo, Reid all up in ya hoe
Bust the four-five, nosedive, you ain't make it out the doe
Now we standing toe-to-toe, but I can't stand a filthy hoe
You ain't about this life so check yoself and get ghost
Oh, he ain't know?
I curl hoes toes with my flavor blasted flows
About enough dough to make a ocean explode
This ain't a joke, I ain't a TV show host
With the 305, demon doin' the most
And while we on the subject, you fuckin' with a suspect
He frontin' that we know that we fuck 'em up in public
He probably off that Prozac, swingin' from my ballsack
Just got the .9 shined, bitch made, and you don't want that
You can't rap like me, mofucka, I just started
Comin' to clean it up like Wahlberg in The Departed
So lemme pass it off to the OG trendsetta
Microphone shredda (Yuh), y'all mothafuckas betta (Yuh)

[Pouya & Terror Reid]
Follow me, follow me (Follow me)
I can show you everything you was supposed to see
Like ya family in the sea with they feet all in concrete, bitch
Grab yo' daddy's gun and come with me
(Grab yo' daddy's gun and come with me)
Follow me, follow me
I could show you everythang you was supposed to see
Like a million in cash, grab the cheddar, betta wear a mask
Outlaws in the cut, we 'bout to burn yo' ass

[Pouya]
You don't want me to bring it back to my old ways
It's always my way, baby, all-day
It's my day today, I'm playin' with the AK (Brr, brr)
Got the .40 clappin' broad day like "A Bay Bay" (A Bay Bay)
I'm feelin' myself, forty thousand on the felt
I gotta problem, can somebody give me help?
Better yet a belt, see me hangin' from my ceiling fan
No, I can't be yo Superman 'cause I can't save myself
Baby Bone got a bone to pick with rappers thinkin' they slick
They quick to lick the dick, they jumpin' ship-to-ship, no loyalty
Money, money, money, yeah, the root of evil
Got me jumping over backwards like Evel Knievel
Let me die like Elvis, where I feel my safest
I just pray the opposition don't find where the safe is
My bitches don't get fed until they bring me bread
How many rappers in my city really want me dead?
Hate turnin' to jealousy, then it turn into bullets
I look my enemy in the eye, yelling "Pussy, just pull it"
You 'bout that? I doubt that, I took yo baby mama straight to outback
And blew her fuckin' back out, I'm 'bout that

[Pouya & Terror Reid]
Follow me, follow me (Follow me)
I can show you everything you was supposed to see
Like ya family in the sea with they feet all in concrete, bitch
Grab yo' daddy's gun and come with me
Follow me, follow me
I could show you everythang you was supposed to see
Like a million in cash, grab the cheddar, betta wear a mask
Outlaws in the cut, we 'bout to burn yo' ass

(Terror Reid)
Uh, yo, HOT VODKA
Pouya, Reid
In this bitch, uh

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