Stormin tha Gatez - Terror Reid, Getter

Fuck you then, bitch!

Yo, hey yo

It be the animalistic, sadistic, cryptic mystic with the mega ballistics

Check the statistics

I’m stealing your sister’s digits

Rippin' timid midgets tippin infinite whippets

Sitting back, developing cataracts fast, from all these trash Millennial wack

rap acts

Oh, you call yourself a gangbangin' thug

Counting stacks and making racks off your trash raps, bitch relax

We all know

You’re still at the home with both your folks

You never been poked, you never fucked those hoes

You never even held a gun before

Silly bitches pretending they whippin' shit in the kitchen, well listen

Go and find your daddy’s shiny gun rack

Grab the biggest gat and make it fast before he comes back

Good, now find out where he keeps the bullets at

You’ll only need one so don’t grab the whole fucking pack

Welcome back to the real deal, it’s a whole meal

I’m the illest motherfucker who won’t hesitate to break the seal

Stormin' the gates

It’s back to the basics

I’ll let you taste it

Then peel your face, just face it

Cus' I’m the quickest shit since the invention of the wheel

I never fuck with bitches who ain’t wearing high heels

So kick back and witness the sickness that is this

It’s Terror Reid up in this

I’m writing a prescription

Find a comfy place, where you can sit down, now

Load a clip and put it in your mouth and bite down

But before you go splat, think back to another time

Where motherfuckers actually rhymed and crossed the line

Man, I’m sick of this shit

Can’t understand you when you spit

But when I can it’s the same motherfucking subject, pussy

Lean, backwoods, gold chains, and xanax

Nobody gives a fuck how much you spending on your Amex

Well fuck that shit, bitch I’m snorting motherfucking anthrax

Chop it up with an axe

Kick back, relax

I’ll beat myself with a bat

Cus' I’m a maniac, in fact

I’ll ask your fucking bitch to spit if I want a comeback

Matter of fact, that’s only half my ill intentions

I’ll teleport to the morgue and have a dead corpse convention

And after all that

Shit, I’ll hang up my hat, and say

Hey Satan, if you can hear me dawg, please call me back

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