Bounce Back

Keep your hands like that and bounce back

Uh

Ey, ey, ey

Raise your blunts to the Sun and get spun

Call the police!

It goes one, two, three, four, five, six, seven

Buckshots to your back to send your ass to heaven

I’m packing 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, staying saucy like your mama's chicken

Shut up and listen to my mission

I'm tryna take my ass out and make all of these other rappers kiss it

Shit, don't give a fuck about no ass or whores, man

I'm robbing liquor stores for s'mores and Arizona cans

So hit the deck 'cause I lost my mind again

The sickest citizen spitting verbal carcinogens

It's Terror Reid on the scene, rip your spleen like fabric

Black ops tactics, you want the smoke, well you can have it

The most important asset, I'm fucking fantastic

I'll go to your funeral and squeeze a Nina in your casket

Now everybody in the shack, back to front, front to back

Lift your hands like that and bounce back

Everybody in the place, throw your hands to space

Rock your head back and forth and make that stank face

To all my ladies in the front, start shaking your butt

Raise your blunts to the Sun and get spun

And all my fellas back there, put your drink in the air

And bounce back like you just don’t care

But wait a second, why your girl still obsessing?

You're stuck at first base and I’m out here stealing second

Check the method, when I'm on the mic it ain’t pleasant

You say that shit again and I'mma hunt you like a pheasant

She bust it wide open and I tell her bring it back

Like ill will, I still kill while I’m ill off a pill

She climb my dick like Jill and make that pussy spill

I ain’t trying to chill, I came to kill

I do what I want, how I want, and when I want it

I'll teach your ass a lesson like I’m hooked on phonics

I'm wrecking shit like a derby, you can't hurt me

You know I leave your ho babbling like a fucking Furby

I draw steel and make that shit stink like raw veal

You only want a bite but you gon' get the whole meal

Talk is cheap, that’s why I charge a million a beat

And make it out to Reid, you can keep the receipt

Now everybody in the shack, back to front, front to back

Lift your hands like that and bounce back

Everybody in the place, throw your hands to space

Rock your head back and forth and make that stank face

To all my ladies in the front, start shaking your butt

Raise your blunts to the Sun and get spun

And all my fellas back there, put your drink in the air

And bounce back like you just don’t care