Krylon - Terror Reid, ELIOZIE

Take a step back, you busy moving behind me

Way too high of altitude for you to even find me

You tiny, I smack your little hiney, you slimy fucknut

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 the 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 with that over-ambitious condition

This is how I do all of my operations

I’m never doing anythin' in moderation

And I never give anybody co-operation

Nope, never, not once, not even on occasion

I got these sucker MC’s wrapped around my finger 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 of shit, but ain’t shit until you get to sprayin'

Stay payin' all my bills, poppin' on my pills

Robbin' all the banks with my GTA-skills

What’s the beat, kid?

This shit a banger, Tanquer —

— ray up in my cup, I hate to sang it

In love with the money bags

Motherfucker spittin' out shit like a white ass

Rollin' fast down your block in a ski mask, lookin' for a dollar sign

Where the weed at, huh?

Bitch, I seen that

I’m a Sticky icky nitpicky, tickin' time bomb

Swear on my mom’s, yo, my shit is beyond

Givin' you a cold shoulder to cry on

I’m in the corner with a cap, I’m spraying Krylon

Infect your mind with my intellect

No indirect attackin', I be on my best

And then I’m always every day to keep the world upset

I’m living 'ere-up-in-ya head 'til you snap ya neck

Lay low for a second, then I come back up

And act up on you cunts, then I ash my blunt

Inside ya eye sockets, shoot rockets that can’t be blocked

And every year wanted a model where I can’t be stopped

The radius is infinite, so if you think that you can hide

You better go find another shelter to go inside

Different planet to inhabit 'cause we cannot coincide

On this one, I don’t have a fuck to give, son

Let the beat drop to keep on my feet, hot

Say one wrong word, you kicking your teeth knocked out

You on the verge of death, begging me, please stop (please stop)

But I’ll never stop shit, just sippin' my tea pot

I — murder da beat and drop it off on your front porch

And that’s the real reason why your parents got divorced

There more coke in my day than Scott Storch

The human torch, put me out and throw me overboard

Doobie lit, duelie cocked, machete in my sock

Duly noted, but I knew you was a cop

And that shit ain’t gon' fly, I’m a smoked out, bloked out

Sword swinging kinda guy, and I’m tryna die

Get outta line, son, and stay there

I pull up with more snow than a Coca-Cola polar bear

Stayin' dope, I poke a lot of smot in the parkin' lot

Takin' up three handicap spots

Grab the cash up out my palace

Sippin' on Dom Pérignon out my chalice

Trippin' like Alice, straight malice, throwin' off your balance

Bustin' rap so fast, I give your fat ass a callus