Buried Alive 2

I'ma put him in a basket

Wait, no, put him in a casket

Douse it in some sulfuric acid

Proceed to throw the matches

And watch it burn to ashes

'Cus I am feeling so graphic

I'ma cut your tongue out and teabag it with my big nuts

I will sew your lips shut and tie your hips up

Puttin' salt in all your fuckin' wrist cuts

Til it's blistered

Motherfucker do you get the fucking picture?

How fast will you react after I crash this flat Black Cadillac in to the back of your wack Pontiac

In fact, it seems your body is still intact

I'll pull you out the car, put it in reverse and then I laugh

My eyes are turning orange, I make your hoe cringe

I'll shoot your door hinge on a robin'

While the floor spills

My bad

I must have panicked

I'm boofin' Xanax then playin' with your gram's tits

Cause Terror is not over with

Put your hands in the sky if you ready to die

Terror Reid and Eliozie about to bury you alive

Yet another mission, he starts the transmission and goes missing

Can't find no heart rhythm

So put your motherfuckin' hands all the way to the sky

It's Reid and Eliozie about to bury you alive

Six feet deep under the street is where you sleep

No other can defeat this discreet meat beatin' thief

I finish first, never finish last

Steppin' on the gas

Yeah, I go and pass

Now you in the past, in the fast lane

In the drop-top counting cash

Shove an hourglass up your ass and head to first class

Now all these bitches lookin' at me

For this d, like some fiends

I'm a dream, up my self-esteem

I am on the screen

I'm a machine

Something that this world has never seen

I got the genes, flip the high beans and empty the magazine [Click!]

Click, clack, chicka boom bow

Headshot straight between your fucking eyebrows

Literally lyrically confusing

I bought a 3D printed Uzi, because I've seen it in a movie

They pull up in a hoopty

And try to shoot me

I gave that ass a rash so fast, I hit them with the fuckin' two piece

So call the police, capiche?

'Cus this beast is off his leash

And I don't think you want to see me in the streets

Put your hands in the sky if you ready to die

Terror Reid and Eliozie about to bury you alive

Yet another mission, he starts the transmission and goes missing

Can't find no heart rhythm

So put your motherfuckin' hands all the way to the sky

It's Reid and Eliozie about to bury you alive

Six feet deep under the street is where you sleep

No other can defeat this discreet meat beatin' thief