up 'cause sickles pop like toasters) suprise, open yo eyes and realize i'm back again still the same reign now with skrapz locked up in the spin trick 'r' treatin' daily
G G be for Griffin, smiffin', like Wesson Niggaz, that be 'fessin' I'm crushin' your whole chest And in combat if they fat I'll skinny 'em Six times the terror
Puts people on streets All right stop Collaborate and listen Jedward's back with a brand new invention Something grabs a hold of me tightly Flow like a harpoon daily
The Main Ingredient' 'The Main Ingredient' 'The Main Ingredient' Hit the third verse off kid This cap is peeled layin' joints like a minefield When dynamite's my rhythm this is east coast terrorism
, get our daily work done All the nightmares are clear and happening today Mindless fools, obey all rules Lost all worth, born to serve Emotional terror
the beat, pay to the beat Fight to the beat, you get l-l-lost to the beat Police walk the beat, kill to the beat Steel to the heat, terrorize, kill,
streets money, slow down Watch it Sleeping on the wrong cats Clear like a megaphone Pretty nigga heart skipped the metronome Rocked the trump tower to the terror
Where broklin at x6 lean back lean back I was a terror since the public school era bathroom passes, cuttin classes, squeezin a**es smokin blunts was a daily
we go Here we go, here we go I was a terror since the public school era Bathroom passes, cuttin' classes, squeezing asses Smoking blunts was a daily
) death incarnate roams Therec?? pamic in the streets tonight the killer from the Graveyard High Therec?? panic in the streets tonight and terror terror terror
! Ooh! for all my thug niggas and killers who take G's feel me Ooh! Ooh! for my niggas who rock a Roley on your wrist daily my hit be Power 106 ready
suffer with a [..] [shitty] (o!) [solid] [..] beaver suicide, suicide terror being in power daily (o!) can't we lay a ducking advertise? listen to me
, I'm bound to get fucked Though bein broke as hell it be drivin me crazy Hooked up with my niggas start jackin niggas daily Fat sacks of dirt, to Dayton
my anxieties and end my doubts Thank you to the Holy Spirit living within me Though times I may grieve You, the Son has cleansed me No longer fear the terrors
I was a terror since the public school era Bathroom passes, cuttin classes, squeezing asses Smoking blunts was a daily routine Since thirteen, a chubby
in the background] (these raps are best guess based on what's heard as Rae talks) [Ghost] Who's the Wallabe kid, dressed down, could never be Son Ricochet daily
be blowin like egg-onomics Washed up, you're fuckin with a daily error No fat, niggaz be jettin when they face terror Check it out y'all, all the fly
And watch my people suffer daily for your foreign affairs I was born in a war torn area Lord knows where, and my shoulders have bore no more terror