Krylon TERROR REID (Ft. ELIOZIE)

[Verse 1: Eliozie]
Take a step back, you busy moving behind me
Way too high up altitude for you to even find me
You tiny, I smack your little hiny
You slimy, fuck-nut
There ain't a word in this world that define me
What's up? We got a runner, a roadrunner
Load the chopper gunner, take him out inside his own hummer
Misuse drugs daily, become a recluse
Get loose, I guess that's always a excuse
Magnificent sophisticated rhythm
I define overdrive, go check the definition
Make a precise incision and proceed with decisions
To kill 'em (kill 'em all) position without over ambitious conditions
This is how I do all of my operations
I'm never doing anything in moderation
And I never give anybody cooperation
Nope, never, not once, not even on occasion

[Verse 2: Terror Reid]
I got these sucka MC's wrapped around my finga like some rings
Now bow the fuck down to The King
Don't be playin' with the West Coast Super Saiyan
I hear you talk a lot but ain't shit until you get to sprayin'
Stay payin' all my bills, poppin' all my pills
Robbin' all the banks with my GTA-skills
What's the beat, kid? This shit a banga
Tanqueray up in my cup, I ain't a sanga
In love with the money bags
Motherfuckas spittin' out shit like my white ass
Rollin' fast down ya block in a ski mask
Looking for a jaw to sock
Where the weeds at punk bitch I seen that
I'm a sticky icky nit picky, ticking time bomb
Swear on my mom's, yo, my shit is beyond
Givin' you a cold shoulder to cry on
In the corner with a cap on, sprayin' Krylon