Terror Reid - The Otha Side op Lyrkit

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The Otha Side

The Otha Side

Ay yo
It's the master wicked
Terror creeping in ya kitchen
Taking pictures of your bitch then
Dipping with a vengeance
I'll slice you and dice you
Entice you to get loose
Then stitch you back together
With the laces from ya dads boots

I'm the super cooch cougar
Fingering ya mom inside an uber
Going backwards
Fuck backwoods
I'm pulling on a flask
Full of premium gas
In the back of ya class
Rocking an all black ski mask

Coming with the shits that make you vomit
I see you on my dick well hop up off it
I'm solo dolo for the profit
She make my cock spit (who tho?)
Ya bitch do yo
She on my boat right now
Let's see if she can float

I'm sick in the head
Twisted like a dread
Terror coming back from the dead
With a baggie full of lead
And red lasers
Setting fire to ya neighbors
Immune to tazers
Cut ya throat and I then I eat the razor

I'm on the other side
Drank too much bleach
Finally I died
Everytime you look into the sky
You will see my eyes
Staring back at you
With a 32 cocked
5 knives in my shoes
And a holographic mewtwo

I'm on the other side
Popped too many pills
I thought I'd never die
Fucking the reality I left behind
There is no after life just another knife
Waiting for the psychopathic addict hiding in ya
Attic planning when he's next attacking

The pathologic deranged homicidal prophet
Obnoxious enough to stash a kilo in the cockpit
I got that sick shit ya hoe be fucking with
Knuckle bust ya lip
On a acid trip with all my lasers on my hip

Call me king koopa the chemical abusa
I'm pulling up on ya ass with the 44 to shoot ya
I got the juice like bishop
Coming to fix your bitches makeup
Then make her hiccup in ya bed before ya wake up

I'm going off like a mothafucking sprinkler
Make ya knees weak before I cut you with a cleaver
And put ya body in my back pack
Strapped with a fat gat
And a dead cat hanging from my fanny pack

Doing about a hundred with you in the trunk
Now hold on tight becuz I'm bout to hit this gnarly speed bump
Hear you scream and beg for mercy but I told you not to snitch
If you acting like a bitch
You get fucked like a bitch

I'm on the other side
Drank too much bleach
Finally I died
Everytime you look into the sky
You will see my eyes
Starin back at you
With a 32 cocked
5 knives in my shoes
And a holographic mewtwo

I'm on the other side
Popped too many pills
I thought I'd never die
Fucking the reality I left behind
There is no after life just another knife
Waiting for the psychopathic addict hiding in ya
Attic planning when he's next attacking

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