spewing goop like a slut when they sneezeee 

Appreciate the moment and youll never be alone

manee you gotta play this at the Seattle show

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TERROR REID - SUPA DUPA - LYRICS

now i didn’t wanna have to do this
(well god damn)
but when i touch a mic suckaz duck like i’m shootin
i’m bootin cookie cutter butter soft rappers
wanna rip my style off me like a snickers bar wrapper

just hand it over man i ain’t gonna ask ya
u ain’t a cappa youza cherry flavored acta
if that’s ya bitch u should prolly come grab her
cuz she in the studio feedin me chicken flavad crackaz

what it do?
i’m still the rude ass terror dude
i still got da flu, still sniffing supadupa glue
and i ain’t finna stop til i’m blue
keep talkin that shit, you can kiss my kaboos

and for the record, i spot ya hoe like a leopard
i roll up downtown made her neck hurt
wit out any effort
cold blood mane i need a sweatshirt
tha molotov fiya bomb lookin for a pill presser

now i ain’t said shit fo a minute
still got mo dough than a chef in a kitchen
and i ain’t gon lie man i really been spendin
what da fuck u think i did in this lovely pandemic?

legend has it , reid in the lab cookin magic
and furthermore the shit he got in store is fantastic
cuz last time i checked man he really been at it
i heard he pulled a 4 w a semi automatic

the silly water drinkin, pilly poppin stinkin
demon still skeemin on a sucka bitch
neo pets lovin trick
steady goin harder than most
da king of the coast
i’m floating on a boat stackin whole wheat toast

and neva too quick to flip a cop
mafuckas needa stop
all the flockin on my top, i’ll drop em like a stock
you know the name and if ya don’t, bitch ya betta learn
go tell the cops terror has returned
uh

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LYRICS:

(Aight holdup i gotta fuck this shit up real quick, holdup)

Now lemme break it down for ya numbskulls, (for ya numbskulls)
Terror go so hard it make you and ya folks go dumb
Like mi amigos from da west
We off our meds and flickin fools like cigarettes
What’s next? Ain't got a plan mane, watchu thankin? (I don’t know)
I’m in the back, and my pockets still stankin from the
Indo i got at the shop up the block
I kinda wanna stop, but I might get popped
Ayo, i’ve never been played by a bop (nope)
Hoes too quick to homie hop and get da crotch rot, whoda thought?
With one word i got these nerds hot
And all these nerd birds flock, like i'm throwin seeds in a lot
Anyway, movin on
I come up with this shit so quick, ya gonna wanna put a helmet on
Cuz at the crack of dawn i’ll be on ya lawn
Droppin off packages just like tha unabomb
I’m blowin up ya crib and the fishes out da pond
I’ll spare ya mom, so you can see me when i tug her thong
In hindsight it’s probably wrong, but who got the mic? (Hm)
Yea thas right, now sing along:

Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha wanna do?
Ain’t Nothin but a Reid thang baby
Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha wanna do?
Ain’t Nothin finna do it my way
Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gotta do?
Ain’t shit I’m finna spend my chips
Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha wanna do?
Ain’t Nothin less you go that way

(Ayo) Reid! What the fuck, where you been?
I been chillin, honed in, with a paper and a pen again
And ima need ends for you and ya friends
Cuz im servin up game like a benny in a Bennigans
I’m here to win, but you already knew
Still the same ol thang, so go ahead hide ya boo
Cuz the new school dude in cool boots finna swoop
Yaint have a clue, what i'm really boutta do
I’ll take ya chick mane im storm chaser (storm chaser)
The real slick, world class, door breaker (door breaker)
She want the thick stick, but i can’t shaker her (i can’t shake her)
The trouble makin, rap game Undertaker (the Undertaker)
Yea, its like this, but it ain’t like that (nah)
I’m drinking crown by the fifth in a Cadillac, pullin back
Triple six slappin out da pack, where the yak at?
Couple steps back lil mane best remember that
Cuz once i get going this shit become hotta
The don dotta, comin up from unda wata
There’s really none otha, you got the boy wunda
And i cut the whole thang like butta, it ain’t nothin

Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha wanna do?
Ain’t Nothin but a Reid thang baby
Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha wanna do?
Ain’t Nothin finna do it my way
Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gotta do?
Ain’t shit I’m finna spend my chips
Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha wanna do?
Ain’t Nothin less you go that way

AINT NOTHIN

TERROR REID - AINT NOTHIN

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If youza punk bitch, listen up:

Quiet down, the boss boutta speak
and word on the street is, “he came from tha undaneath”
knockin boots off ya feet man, he kinda neat
enough to go around so pull up a seat
Yain know bout the power i bestow
i pop and Adderall and my eyes start to glow
and when I’m in that shit, yo, i float like a boat
might open up a store cuz these fools always want some more
don’t get it twisted mane, this kid cuckoo
he prolly fuck with voodoo
you say you know but the never knew you
im finna show em how i do, dude
the rap guru
and if there’s static bitch, im runnin through you
cuz yo
Reid higher than a double jump
i wrote this shit off a bump in 2 minutes and it still slump
Now close ya eyes, and keep that bunk shit behind me
and if you really want it G, you know where I’ll be…

(so where you at?)
I’m in the Eames leaned back (right)
ain’t got a dolla for yo ass, step back
these suckaz new (true)
its like they still got a tag, what’s up with that? i give the game a bubble bath
no matter what they want, ima kick em in the ass, givem a zap
these fools giving me a rash
the illest mofucka ya ever gon’ see
you know who it is so mothafucka come and find me

Oooo this dude a boss,
reachin for the mic like them hoes reachin for his balls, mane he can do it all
I heard them say they seen him floatin through walls
makin the calls, double dippin’ in all the sauce
Affirmative, yain’t heard of this
he always curve a bitch, man this boy don’t ever quit
and now he’s taking down the building you living in
then dig ya out just to peep the fit he did it in
Sick, Nasty
pullin in with a bitch lookin real classy
peep how thick the ass be
off them pills got me feelin greater that the Gatsby
hit the gas, cuz ya ass ain’t ever gonna pass me
Damn straight, now where you tryna play?
i got some bitches mane and they sippin tanqueray
and if you tryna do it, try to do it just like this
im in the kitchen showin these chumps where the spice is

(so where you at?)
I’m in the Eames leaned back (right)
ain’t got a dolla for yo ass, step back
these suckaz new (true)
its like they still got a tag, what’s up with that? i give the game a bubble bath
no matter what they want, ima kick em in the ass, givem a zap
these fools giving me a rash
the illest mofucka ya ever gon’ see
you know who it is so mothafucka come and find me
ya bitch,its ya boy
we back in it
and boy this is just the beginning
DYNAMO whatchu know?
yaint seen this one from a mile away
prolly more
yaint gon see dis shit in store

DYNAMO

STEP BACK! (VOODOO SHIT)

TERROR REID - STEP BACK! (VOODOO SHIT)

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(YVNCC)
So gettin nasty in the club its nun new
See folks lookin over here man what dem boys tryna do
Lookin mighty suspect don’t tell me dat dey came witchu
If we got a lil static put it down wit da crew
I see u blabberin hella sloppy don’t speak
You got erbody quiet because u actin a creep
Say u good witcha hands lil bruh den we gon have to see
If I’m holding a drink den ima getya wit my feet
Bruh been rocking out playin stingers Every week
Ya ain have to ask you know I fink Yo shit weak
Im picky for good reason when I bump ya shit I know what you gon say but

My verse keep ya on the Edge of ya Seat, see
Who da fuck put it down like me
Who you know rock da ecko wif a Dinosaur tee
Shit make me feel stuck wit all da cheese on me
Kno Ima keep it cranky feelin like dats just me
ya bitch

(YVNCC)
These hoes be actin out
i aint messin wit em homie what u talkin bout

(TERROR REID)
Yaint got no clue what we do mane,
But they gon talk, and they gon walk

(YVNCC)
Messin wit ya hoe i ain’t gon stop
in the vip with a blunt in my mouth
know i been havin cheese make that girl buss it down

(TERROR REID)
just ya girl and me, we in the V.I.P seats, G

(YVNCC)
Already know she boutta gimme a treat

(TERROR REID)
Mista smooth
Thats what they call me in da booth
You say some dumb shit and lose a tooth
Cuz Reid be in the lab off the hooch
Lookin for da truth, ain’t nothin new
His bitch thicker than a bowl of soup
Feelin mighty fine, lookin so divine
I make all this shit mane, which make it all mine
She was so fine, I hit the pussy with a clothesline
I tell her “dip” and then I tip her like a bovine
I’m the shit, cuz I
Melt da whip, make her
Bite da lip, then I
Light da spliff, real boss shit
I got it flowin like a faucet
they in economy, ya boy up in the cock pit
I’m making anthems and they out here making dog shit
I fully profit, I lock it up and toss it
You still donno? Shiet, that should tell ya somethin
i’m w my cuzzo YVNCC and we slumpin

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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

FUCK EVERYBODY

FUCK EVERYBODY (PROD. BY GETTER)

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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

CRUISIN Feat. Nick Colletti

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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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TERROR REID - WINDMILLZ

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LYRICS

[Bobby Raps]
I was going back and forth today
Take my time choosing what to say
Now I'm getting thrown like a tantrum
Waiting for these drugs to kick in like a bass drum
Now I'm finding it hard to breathe

[Terror Reid]
If you bumping this track then I'm sure ya wanna know
The absolute easiest way to stack dough
You probably working day jobs and cleaning someone else's mess
So much stress you got a pain in ya chest
Well sit and take notes I got knowledge to throw
The only way to get by is stealing from the rich folk
They got the nice cars and ice they pay the highest price just to gloat
Don't feel bad, they got a boat
First thing ya wanna do is find a balling ass crib
Ya gotta lot of options, take ya time, get it in
Ya betta do some diggin'
And try to find a spot that's not hot
With limited security and what not
Find out when they leave and when they come back
Rich fucks always got a tight schedule and all that
Now jack a cheap ass car that you can use for the boost
Better yet a set of stolen plates will do
Head to the gun shop and use all the cash ya got
Once you got the heat, stash it under the seat
To be sure they ain't home, give the front door a knock
It's a rich dude's spot, so ya can't pick the lock
Instead of that, head to the back and find a window
Now put ya gloves on and punch it out like a trick hoe
Next thing ya know ya on the inside
But ya gotta be quick, so set a timer for 5 and look alive

[Bobby Raps]
I was going back and forth today
Take my time choosing what to say
Now I'm getting thrown like a tantrum
Waiting for these drugs to kick in like a bass drum
Now I'm finding it hard to breathe

[Terror Reid]
Now scope out the first floor, look for nice shit
Wallets, keys, a watch anything you can get
Check the house for false floors, cameras and trap doors
Everything you see here tonight is now yours
Find out where they sleep, and check the sheets and flip the bed
Check the closets anywhere you think they keep bread
But keep ya hand on the heat in case they come back
Don't be afraid to blast 'em or stab 'em in the back
'Cause the only thing standing between you and the cash is a bitch ass rat who can't even act
Eventually you'll find more cheese than you can spend
Escape the way you came in and watch the robbery end
Now ya gotta act quick, and ditch the evidence
Dispose of all ya clothes and shit and blow up the whip
Figure out an alibi, maybe you was with a bitch
And she sucked ya dick so good you passed out and didn't do shit
Or maybe you was driving down the street and fell asleep
Cause ya dickhead boss make you work all week
Whatever it is, stick with that shit 'til it ends
And don't tell anybody, not even ya closest friends
You'd be surprised how quick ya homies hang ya out to dry
They lie, cause they ain't get they piece of the pie
Well fuck all that, you earned every cent in the sac
Just go home and count your stacks and never look back
It's Reid

[Bobby Raps]
I was going back and forth today
Take my time choosing what to say
Now I'm getting thrown like a tantrum
Waiting for these drugs to kick in like a bass drum
Now I'm finding it hard to breathe


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TERROR REID - KILL THE RICH FEAT. BOBBY RAPS

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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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