Terror Reid - Step Back! (Voodoo Shit)

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Metaphorical Ice Age

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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

STORMIN THA GATEZ

MUSIC VIDEO - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ab_KVbMYR3s&t=

the mutha fuckin brain bug
im done givin hugs 
done givin a fuck about a set of buns
or the bitch they belong to 
spreadin news like fumes
hop out tha dark and twist you like a rubix cube
Ain’t rep a set, Ain’t got a jet, No chain yet
but ill cut ya legs off and wear em round my neck
so you can crawl ya bitch ass all the way back to mommy
and tell her all about the human tsunami

who the fuck is next to bite the end of my bat?
then ask ya self how terror reid got moves like that
well im a pimp with a limp cookin bitches like garlic shrimp
ya fuck around and catch a brick to ya lip
cuz i dont play that shit bitch
gun me down ill bet ya miss cuz 
“its the triple 6 in the mix straight from H-E double hockey sticks”
and what the fuck is this?
ya probably spent ya whole label check on ya wrist

in other news
the pews are still huge and filled with soon to be doomed 
confused goons with loose screws and skewed views
on life tools and whatever else
using kiddy-lovin’ elders to better they selves
well heres a newsflash, its 2017 and we aint dead yet
but that bitch in the back row could be gone any second
go ahead and eat the bread you callin “body of christ”
and sacrifice ya life, you’ll burn in hell if u dont act right

this shits a fuckin scam and half the nations brainwashed
time to seperate the wicked ones at all costs
ya lost bitch and so are ya kids 
ya closed minded simple fucks bout to be the shits that ends all this
its all a lie
theres no magic guy in the sky
waiting for you when you die
so open your eyes, is you high?
i mean i should fuckin know ive already died 5 times
i swear to shit
matter of fact make it 6

MUSIC VIDEO

CHERNOBYL

BAD IN THE BUNCH ft. Top Gr33n (PROD. UNORTHODOX & NOLAN ALBRIGHT)

YOUTUBE: https://youtu.be/cGSF2N55L4g

i feel like im hanging by my throat
i wanna cut the rope but i just dont know how to cope
they think i got it all but in reality im broke
try to cleanse my soul but i bought the wrong soap
how the hell did this happen? i used think was a captain
now im all alone and my stories untold
i'm missin the innocent citizen i coulda been
listenin to eminem just a kid w some headphones
ashamed of my thoughts so i hide em all in jokes
i hate my fuckin shows i can’t do this anymore
so i just choke on these fucked up feelings i wrote
waiting for the day i wake up and feel like everybody else
i just want to be myself
i’m already in hell cant u tell by the smell?
but i am who i am and it is wat it is
limiting my ablilities so i can live

i’ve lost my mind can u help me find it?
the devil gave me a contract and i signed it
all the bitches and money got me blinded
cant even stand up anymore bitch i'm spineless
and if u find this a little bit amusing
you and ya whole crew can bite on this uzi
you’ve unleashed the fuckin terror inside me
so when i'm gone move on and don't cry for me

i can’t feel pain i cant hide, i can’t go outside 
i can’t look anybody in the eye
i couldn’t even cry back when greenback died
i try to ease my pain but i always gotta fly
i see no reflection when i look into a mirror
i’m fading into nothing and that aint even my biggest fear
i just don’t wanna be forgotten
i wanna be a prophet
i want my shit played out often
don’t wanna be anotha body in the earth
and i want every mothafucka to have a terror reid shirt
and bump my shit til they fucking ears hurt
ain’t gonna be starvin artist gone unheard
want em to hear my words 
to feel my hurt 
to see my dirt
to go berserk
that’s why i always work
but thats why i always hurt man
FUCK IT
im forever stoic
i guess all i’ll ever be is another dead poet

my mind is gone i dont wanna find it
the devil gave me a contract and i signed it
all the bitches and money got me blinded
cant even stand up anymore bitch i'm spineless
and if u find this a little bit amusing
you and ya whole crew can bite on this uzi
you’ve unleashed the fuckin terror inside me
so when i'm gone move on and don't cry for me



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Pouya & Boobie Lootaveli: Greatest Hits, Vol. 3

Rey Mysterio Remix

Copyright © All Rights Reserved.2020
(Prod.By Balance Cooper x Nikco Suavvaye)

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

Metaphorical Ice Age

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