it's like eminem and danny brown spliced their genes

This is the kind of stuff that I miss, not many rap artists these days touch base on this genre, reminds me of the late 1990s to early 2000s type stuff that NEEDS to make a come back.

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ayo check this son, im finna wreck this one
fuckin up the game and tuggin on ya necklace hun
it is i, the masked guy who shouldnt be alive
divin head first into a muthafuckin bee hive

so dont look behind ya, cuz reid is always on ya
kidnappin bitches just to cook me some lasagna 
i flip shit sick with a limp wrist kid and pop the lid of this mutha with vvs grin

oh u on one? well bitch im on a hundred
these tablets make me laugh, 
infact i popped a couple caps on my way back to the cabbage patch 
i stay strapped wit fat gat to peel ya cap all the way back 

cuz I ain't got no mutha fucking time to kill 
sittin bitches down servin my dick as they last meal 
always comin with that 123 
yessiry g its me RE to the ID

so fuck everybody and fuck everyone
solving all my problems with a fully loaded hand gun
step into the ring and witness the savages sting
the muthafuckin king claimin thrown once again
fuck everyone and fuck everybody
spending all my time in a shed countin bodies
the masked chrome killa bumpin j dilla
hittin a lick will make u sick ain't nobody illa

i gotcha new chick straight nibblin on my nuts
hit her twitter smack her shitter then i dump in her guts now check it
i got more ammo than rambo and i prefer my eggs scrambled 
got me lit like a candle ill leave ya man handled 

i told u who was next
throwin uppercuts straight at ya chest
the best pest of the west here to project a mess and ingest flesh unless i murder the rest
who woulda guessed it yes terrors possessed kid

ill grab ya adam’s apple til i hear ur throat crackle
i tend to use futuristic weapons during battle 
im posted in the castle eatin princess peaches asshole
but i forgot where i was at lets bring it back yo 

and  turn this shit up cuz it ain't loud enough
bustin out the cut like a overweight cake stripper slut
ill chew u like a tooth pick and steal ya new kicks
don’t catch me red handed bitch 
cuz that’s the hand that i shoot with

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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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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

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buckshots to ya back to send ya ass to heaven
i’m packin mac elevens just in case u get to testin
somebody grab this microphone before i molest it 
uh
im pullin up in a limousine tinted
with a gang of bad bitches
stayin saucey like ya momma chicken
shut up n listen to my mission
im tryna take my ass out
and make all these other rappers kiss it

don't give a fuck about no ass or whores man
im robbin liquor stores for smores and arizona cans
so hit the deck cuz i lost my mind again
the sickest citizen spittin verbal carcinogens

its terror reid be on the scene 
rip ya spleen like fabric black ops tactics
u want the smoke well u can have it
the most important asset im fuckin fantastic
ill go to ya funeral and squeeze the nina in the casket

everybody in the shack back to front front to back
lift ya hands like that and bounce back
everybody in the place throw ya hands to space
rock ya head back n forth and make dat stank face
to all my ladies in the front start shakin ya butt
raise ya blunts to the sun and get spun
and all my fellas back there put ya drink in the air
and bounce back like u just don’t care

but wait a second why yo girl still obsessin?
u stuck first base and i’m out here stealin second 
check the method 
wen i’m on the mic it ain’t pleasant
you say that shit again and ima hunt u like a pheasant 

she bust it wide open then i tell her bring it back like ill will
i still kill when i’m ill off a pill
she climb my dick like jill and make that pussy spill
i ain’t tryna to chill, i came to kill

i do what i want how i want and when i want it
ill teach ya ass a lesson like i’m hooked on phonics
im wreckin shit like a derby u cant hurt me
and u know i leave ya hoe babbling like a furby

i draw steel make that shit stank like raw veal
u only want a bite but u gon get the whole meal
talk is cheap that’s why i charge a milli on a beat
and make it out to reid you keep the receipt 

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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

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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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LYRICS

Welcome, to my hotel room
A hotel room freestyle
You already know, let's go
It goes like this, it goes exactly like this

Life goes on like a windmill
Only plot I got is to grip steel, make a mil
Stayin' real, always ill from 1993 til
Souls of mischief did it better still
Whatever on ya skin like leather flap you like a feather
Don't depend on the weather, you know I'm better
Than most these clowns ya be seeing on the TV
'Cause I don't need cream, I got enough for me see
I'm like a dairy farm I make cheese when I please
This untapped potential have you stuck on ya knees
Spewin' goop like a slut when they sneeze
Jack ya wallet with ease, bruised lids from a lack of sleep
Put a chrome to ya dome and eject the meat
I'll take my seat now, Big G on the beats, kaplow
Don't move dude I got some more food for ya mouth
Turn this old church to a fuckin' slaughterhouse
But hold the phone, pick up all the pieces of ya head blown
I love drugs but I'll never condone
Knockout a cop in the comfort of my own home
Fuck pigs, 'til I'm six feet, overgrown
Head to hell screamin' "Fuck 12" 'til I'm out the ozone
Then dust 'em off like a camera lens
Whip a Benz y'all should really see how far my shorty bends
And how my shotty ends life put 2 thru you and save the rest for ya wife
Bitch good night
I love my wife, but fuck life
Could get a murder charge just to see what the fuck it feels like
Leave me alone
Could give a fuck who you with bitch I said leave me alone
Feed ya Momma a bone, give her a treat if she make me a scone
Live ya life and get the fuck off ya phone
Appreciate the moment and you'll never be alone
I can't surf, but I'm gnar like Spicolli
Flat ya like some dough
And cut ya up like pepperoni
Personal pan pizza in the oven bitch I'm hungry
I eat these fools faster than a mothafuckin' humvee
My honey got a rump that make
Humpty Dumpty land on his feet
Capiche?
Damn Reid be off the leash
I been kicked around, eaten up, chewed and spit out
My mind was torn to pieces so I ripped that shit out
Ten years down the drain, guess I wasn't cut out
Fast forward 2020, who you listen to now? (Reid)
Mothafuckas gettin' sick off the clout
They'd rather suck each other off
Instead of figure it out
Reid's here to patch it up like a squeaky leaky water spout

Like a squeaky leaky water spout
Imma clean this shit up
Imma kill this shit
Just for fun I don't even have to
Someone's gotta do it
That's why I'm here
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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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