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