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Her Love Still Haunts Me Like a Ghost

Bathroom

SPIT IN MY FACE!

if u think i'm pretty

i like the way you kiss me

SPINE

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its the master wicked terror creepin in ya kitchen
takin pictures of ur bitch then dippin with a vengeance
ill slice u and dice you entice you to get loose
then stitch u back together with the laces from ya dads boots

im the super cooch cougar
fingerin ya mom inside an uber going backwards
fuck backwoods
im pullin on a flask full of premium gas
in the back of ya class rockin an all black ski mask

comin w the shits that make u vomit
i see u on my dick well hop up off it
im solo dolo for the profit
she make my cock spit
(who tho?) ya bitch do yo
she on my boat right now lets see if she can float

im sick in the head twisted like a dread
terror comin back from the dead
wit a baggie full of lead and red lasers
settin fire to ya neighbors
immune to tazers
cut ya throat and eat the razor

im on the other side
drank too much bleach finally i died
everytime u look to the sky
you will see my eyes
starin back at u
with a 32 cocked
5  knives in my shoes
and a holographic mewtwo

im on the other side
popped too many pills i thought id never die
fuckin the reality i left behind
there is no after life just another knife
waitin for the psychopathic addict hiding in ya
attic plannin wen hes next attackin

the pathologic deranged homicidal prophet
obnoxious enough to stash a kilo in the cockpit
i got that sick shit ya hoe be fuckin with
knuckle bust ya lip
on a acid trip with all my lasers on my hip

call me king koopa the chemical abusa
im pullin up on ya ass with the 44 to shoot ya
i got the juice like bishop
comin to fix ur bitches makeup
then make her hiccup in ya bed before ya wake up

im goin off like a mothafuckin sprinkler
make ya knees weak before i cut u with a cleaver
and put ya body in my back pack
strapped with a fat gat
and a dead cat hangin from my fanny pack 

doin about a hundred with u in the trunk
now hold on tight becuz im bout to hit this gnarly speed bump
hear u scream and beg for mercy but i told u not to snitch
cuz if u act like a bitch u get fucked like a bitch

im on the other side
drank too much bleach finally i died
everytime u look to the sky
you will see my eyes
starin back at u
with a 32 cocked
5  knives in my shoes
and a holographic mewtwo

im on the other side
popped too many pills i thought id never die
fuckin the reality i left behind
there is no after life just another knife
waitin for the psychopathic addict hiding in ya
attic plannin wen hes next attackin

THE OTHA SIDE

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RAVE IN THE GRAVE

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

Hyperion

Lost in the Fire

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LYRICS:

(Reid)
Fuck the Earth Put my dick in the dirt
its terror
straight digging through ya grandmas purse
its the disrespectful lunatic
hes fuckin up the game and shit
strapped with a beam sword cooling off a vicodin
my brain is oozin who am i bruisin?
im choosin to take the loot and
ill 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 im bout to blackout, spazz out
lookin for someone to beat the crap out
whip the ass out
hit the map route then i passed out
off the bath salts eatin asphault in a cash vault
eliozie onto bigger things ointo better things
i got iller dreams life be pleasuring
lots of commas i be measuring like the treasury
people pesterin
ties are severin im busy renderin

(Reid)
so put yo muthafuckin hands all the way to the sky
its 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 beatin theif

(Eliozie)
put ya Hands int eh 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
cant find no heart rhythm 

(Reid)
I am not form this planet i did not plan this
go on and make a fucking sandwich
for the banned man in a trash can eatin xans clutchin bands
wearin pink vans as he does the thizzle dance
physically not mentally or spiritually insane ill eat ya brain
with an ice cold glass of lemonade
doin cocaine off a razor blade huffin propane
feelin like a pitcher as im chuckin this grenade mane

(Eliozie)
My brain fried like a hash brown
bitches drop they pants down
like im a king with a damn crown
movin quick i dont ever stand down
ran down five cops
now they yellin man down
oops
i dont really give a shit about them
ima do my shit without them
its astoundin how mutha fuckas
really are surroundin so i drown them
in a fountain now im climbin mountains shoutin 
fuck them

(Reid)
so put yo muthafuckin hands all the way to the sky
its 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 beatin theif

(Eliozie)
put ya Hands int eh 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
cant find no heart rhythm

BURIED ALIVE

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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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SPINELESS

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LYRICS:

Run around like I’m hot shit in the mosh pit,
met a goth bitch, now she’s fucking sucking on my rocket,
everyone’s the same, all you lames better stop it,
flyer than a plane and my brain is the cockpit,
heart too full, bitch, it’s nothing like my pockets,
trapped inside a heart-shaped box and I’ma lock it.

Prove ‘em wrong, who the fuck they gonna doubt now?
About to take off, where’s my motherfucking countdown?
I’ll be getting what I wanted, been rewarded,
I’ma stay in my own lane until the day I’m in a coffin,
After that I’ll stick around, the underground becoming haunted,
I’ve been loving what I got and if I got it I’ma flaunt it.

Dumb shit you’ve been buying with your cash flow,
you’d be better off fucking wiping up your asshole.
Going dummy with your money, ain’t shit funny,
there are people in the world, they’re fucking dying, going hungry,
you could spare a couple dollars till their tummies looking chubby,
I’ll be giving fucking lectures like professors acting nutty.

Run around like I’m hot shit in the mosh pit,
met a goth bitch, now she’s fucking sucking on my rocket,
everyone’s the same, all you lames better stop it,
flyer than a plane and my brain is the cockpit,
heart too full, bitch, it’s nothing like my pockets,
trapped inside a heart-shaped box and I’ma lock it.

I’ma rock it, I’ma rock it, come alive in the sky like a rocket.
I’ma rock it, I’ma rock it, I’ll be flying to Orion like a rocket.
I’ma rock it, I’ma rock it, come alive in the sky, I’m a rocket.

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so check it out, finna tell u what i’m all about
ya times runnin out so don’t make me spell it out
ya fuck w reid and thats a doubt
i pull-up in ya town and blast the teeth straight up out ya mouth
w the magnum 
my style stay platinum
skills u lack em, hoes know go ask one
colder than a sickle got ladies rubbin they nipples
pretty simple
fuck around and get crippled

cuz first things first bitch i’m the boss
chew u like floss leave ya face without a bottom jaw
let the game die bitch ill kill it if i have to
and if they ask who they betta not ask you
cuz you don’t wanna fuck wit a pimp
got a dick like a blimp so i walk wit a limp
im here to show ya folks that im the realest it can get
i’ll bet my style so smooth it'll make ya mommas coochie wet

WHEN ITS ALL GONE
WHAT U BELEIVE IN
SICK OF ALWAYS HEARIN IT
WHAT U BELEIVE IN
MOTHAFUCKAS THINK IM LOSING IT
WHAT U BELEIVE IN
BUT I DONT FIVE A FUCK
KNUCKLE UP BUTTERCUP 

1 2 3 4 to the 5
suicide ain’t work im still alive
6 7 8 and the 9 millimeter 10 shots make it hot like a heater
i don’t trust much but i dust fools with a slim uppercut
takin off the mask movin up
my shit suck less then a hoe with a flat chest
ya bitch look sick so i take her to the vet

bet

my rhymes just be wicked like that
throwing up the set with a fully automatic 
i got the rhythm with the most steez hoe please 
now i gottem down on both knees
break ya bitch like bread coast to coast bodies be dead when i boast
my shit gross
the host with the most burn ya like queso
u got a problem just say so

WHEN ITS ALL GONE
WHAT U BELEIVE IN
SICK OF ALWAYS HEARIN IT
WHAT U BELEIVE IN
MOTHAFUCKAS THINK IM LOSING IT
WHAT U BELEIVE IN
BUT I DONT FIVE A FUCK
KNUCKLE UP BUTTERCUP

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WHEN ITS ALL GONE! (WHAT YOU BELIEVE IN?)

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(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

Sinaloa

VIDEO
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ELIOZIE & TERROR REID - KRYLON

Try N Keep Up

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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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(I don't know dude, ship it)
(Ship it dog, I ain't got time for that shit, let's go uh)
(Once again
My shit's low
Turn it up
Reid in the cut)

They don't be calling me Terror for nothin'
I'm always up to something
I'm bumpin' lines in a 4 doe, slumpin'
Dunkin' on punks who tryna throw me off
Try to show me off acting like we tight
They wanna jack me off
But here's the thing
I make it loud 'til they ears ring
This game yang so I must be the ying
Grab my thingy-thing
Pass it to the left and now we giggling
Toes tingling I'll start mingling
Off top like mysterio
Really lyrical
Terribly hysterical
I make 'em soggy like cereal
Here we go bitch crack it open
I'm rollin' up a doobie, hockin' loogies while I'm smokin'
Yolkin'
Yo I think yo thing broken
Toss her off a ledge and watch her head pop open
I keep it raw, like my shawty ass when I smack it
I never practice
Hand me a mic and I'll attack it
Samurai moves that make ya neck turn elastic
I jack the keys to your hatchback and crash it
Dustin' off my tee like you'll never believe
I be stickin' words together like sap from a tree

You think you clever on the mic bitch?
Say no mo'
My shit is boss when I'm spittin' it
Say no mo'
Throw ya hands, I'll throw mine
Catch you frontin' for the last time
I'ma blast ya ass into the past time
You got a man that need a chin check?
Say no mo'
Light 'em up like a cigarette
Say no mo'
I got the ice and the gold the cash flow and the clothes
But it still ain't enough yo I need some mo'

(I really do)
(Let it ride
Let it ride out 'til it dry out)

Well how it be, what it do? Yeah fool I'm looking at you
I been in it for a minute, can't limit what I do
So what's the deal? Disintegrating mics is my skill
I'm off a couple pills I just can't stay still
For real
And while I'm at it lemme grab the cash out da reggi
My wordplay heavy and my trunk say Chevy
My mind constantly makin' nonsense
Processing what I want it's Reid in the gauntlet
The best yet, I dress wet no necklace
I'm blessed wit a style that's straight reckless
Punk say it with ya chest you know I'm next
You can keep ya bloody check
Cause I do what I can to stack ricotta
Bust yo medulla oblongata
Underground warlord jumpin' out a choppa
I never stoppa
It only take one shot to make your head poppa
I got tha
Jumbo prawns, the brains and the brawns
Rest in peace Big L yo
I gotta put it on
Like I said before y my shit go
Like wheels on the track ya ain't even know
Say no mo'

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