[Verse 1]
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Buckshots to ya back to send ya ass to heaven
I’m packin' MAC-11s just in case you get to testin'
Somebody grab this microphone before i molest it
Uh
I'm pulling up in a limousine tinted
With a gang of bad bitches
Stayin' saucy like ya momma chicken
Shut up 'n listen to my mission
I'm tryna take my ass out
And make all of these other rappers kiss it
Don't give a fuck about no ass or whores, man
I'm robbin' liquor stores for s'mores and Arizona cans
So hit the deck 'cause i lost my mind again
The sickest citizen spittin' verbal carcinogens
It's Terror Reid on the scene
Rip ya spleen like fabric, Black ops tactics
You want the smoke, well you can have it
The most important asset, I'm fuckin' fantastic
I'll go to ya funeral and squeeze the nina in the casket
[Chorus]
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 you just don’t care
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Buckshots to ya back to send ya ass to heaven
I’m packin' MAC-11s just in case you get to testin'
Somebody grab this microphone before i molest it
Uh
I'm pulling up in a limousine tinted
With a gang of bad bitches
Stayin' saucy like ya momma chicken
Shut up 'n listen to my mission
I'm tryna take my ass out
And make all of these other rappers kiss it
Don't give a fuck about no ass or whores, man
I'm robbin' liquor stores for s'mores and Arizona cans
So hit the deck 'cause i lost my mind again
The sickest citizen spittin' verbal carcinogens
It's Terror Reid on the scene
Rip ya spleen like fabric, Black ops tactics
You want the smoke, well you can have it
The most important asset, I'm fuckin' fantastic
I'll go to ya funeral and squeeze the nina in the casket
[Chorus]
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 you just don’t care
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