WACO TERROR REID (Ft. Rocci & TERROR REID)

[Verse 1: Rocci]
Pistol supersonic
Walking with the souls that's haunted
Hearin' voices, I'm neurotic
Dancin' with the deadly posse
You don't wanna play with the Double R, mane
Lookin' like a bitch made pussy ass stain
Make ya disappear like I'm David Blaine
Sendin' these shots right up into ya brain

[Verse 2: TERROR REID]
Runnin yo- runnin' yo pockets and fuckin' yo bitch
Offa the brain, tuckin' a blick
Pressin' a prophet, I'm makin' 'em sick
Wit' the way I sway when I talk my shit
We wit' yo' bitch and we off that shit
Up, down, left, right, when I hit that shit
Yo, fuck this, Rocc, lemme hit dat spliff
Volcano brain with a pistol grip

[Verse 3: Rocci]
With a pistol grip, I'mma end yo shit
I'mma make it quick, better up that stick
With a demon clique, cross 'em off his list
Lemmе pop my shit, boy best not slip
.223's into your quarters
Might just shoot ya for my quota
Stackin' bodies likе a hoarder
Dump you off right past the border