you think you hate me? I can take you best It could never touch How much I hate myself Smash through you Set to explode I must destroy I smash through you
you think you hate me? I can take you best It could never touch How much I hate myself Smash through you Set to explode I must destroy I smash through
t hit you I'm slayin your children, grief in the night Hit you with the heat in the night One day while you chillin, have you sleep with a knife Sleep
experience Have been most helpful, navigated through the dead pool But told you about them guys with eyes like head wounds Biokinetic ooze they drool You
your minds goin, so you all wonder How does he do it, grab his mic and run through it Over to the public, so suckers can chew it Kut Terror, terrorize
-a start this one a little something like this. Here we go. Hey yo people you're living like there ain't no tomorrow You get caught in the terra asside
I'm the son of a gun You target practice, I'ma hit you off for fun Answer one question, what crossed your mind To make you think that you could fuck with
left behind We dueling with the mind You blind, crippled, or crazy You're real easy to find Struggling to flow with hemorrhages in your throat Getting the lap dance while I smash through
hate, anchored with weights, found in the lake Come off the chain my main, you tied to the gate First you caught a case, second you caught the babes Third, you
FAR Wherever you live, whoever you are This is some track jacks and YOU WON'T GO FAR Whoever you are YOU WON'T GO FAR Whoever you are YOU WON'T GO FAR
cradle will stab a nigga fatal I bust a shot and left a nigga in the table Chase you through the castle I'll hang you like a lasso Whip out the guage
you know, that hoes get crept up on to So what you gonna do when I creep up on you? Cause if I keep a few to myself, you'll never know Repeat offenders
Shadeeq Sinister V-O-I-C-E Easy Reservoir Mista Shadeeq Uh... Tommy Tee Sinister Voices [Verse One: Shabaam Sahdeeq] Moves you cant trace Terror face
You ain't no kiddon for the Terror Squadron You feel the fear of God when I steal a car and flatten ya Pierre Cardan I peirce ya noggin if you startin
The brotha that scraps I'll make you jump with the funk from the gat Yea, yea, why do you stop and stare? You crossed my path, you're best to beware I
) Rebel rebel, shoutin at the devil Me and you faggot got some shit to settle, then Kill 'em kill 'em, let slugs fill 'em Smash through the club in Meoshe
