Buried Alive (feat. Elioze)
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Buried Alive (feat. Elioze)
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Fuck the Earth, put my dick in the dirt
It's Terror
Straight diggin' through ya Grandma's purse
It's the disrespectful lunatic
He's fuckin' up the game and shit
Strapped with a beam sword, coolin' off a Vicodin
My brain is oozin', who am I bruisin'?
I'm choosin' to take the loot and
I'll strangle you with both hands
Then borrow ya stove to make some bomb ass toast
Before I wet ya folks
Ya better bring ya coat
Like Eminem I'm bout to blackout, spazz out
Lookin' for someone to beat the crap out
Whip the ass out
Hit the map route then I passed out
On the bath salts, eatin' asphalt in a cash vault
Eliozie onto bigger things, onto better things
I got iller dreams, life is pleasurin'
Lots of commas I be measuring like the treasury
People pesterin'
Ties are severin' I'm busy renderin'
So put your motherfuckin' hands all the way to the sky
It's Reid and Eliozie 'bout to bury you alive
6 feet deep under the street is where you sleep
No other can defeat this discreet meat beatin' thief
Put ya hands in the sky if you ready to die
Terror Reid and Eliozie 'bout to bury you alive
Yet another mission he starts the transmission and goes missin'
Can't find no heart rhythm
I am not from this planet, I did not plan this
Go on and make a fuckin' sandwich
For the banned man in a trash can eatin' Xans, clutchin' bands
Wearin' pink vans as he does the thizzle dance
Physically not mentally or spiritually insane, I'll eat ya brain
With an ice cold glass of lemonade
Doin' cocaine off a razor blade, huffin' propane
Feelin' like a pitcher as I'm chuckin' this grenade, mane
My brain fried like a hash brown
Bitches droppin' pants down
Like I'm a king with a damn crown
Movin' quick, I don't ever stand down
Ran down five cops
Now they yellin': Man down
Oops
I don't really give a shit about them
I'mma do my shit without them
It's astoundin' how motherfucka's really are surroundin'
So I drown them in a fountain
Now I'm climbin' mountains shoutin': Fuck them
So put your motherfuckin' hands all the way to the sky
It's Reid and Eliozie 'bout to bury you alive
6 feet deep under the street is where you sleep
No other can defeat this discreet meat beatin' thief
Put ya hands in the sky if you ready to die
Terror Reid and Eliozie 'bout to bury you alive
Yet another mission he starts the transmission and goes missin'
Can't find no heart rhythm
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