BURIED ALIVE 2

I'm, I'm, I'ma, I'ma put him in a basket

Wait, no, put him in a casket

Douse it in some sulfuric acid

Proceed to throw the matches

And watch it burn to ashes

'Cause I am feeling so graphic

I'ma cut your tongue out

And teabag it with my big nuts

I will sew your lips shut

And tie your hips up

Puttin' salt in all your fuckin' wrist cuts

Till it's blistered

Motherfucker, do you get the fucking picture?

How fast will you react

After I crash his flat black Cadillac

Into the back of your wack Pontiac?

In fact, it seems your body's still intact

I'll pull you out the car

Put it in reverse and then I laugh

My eyes are turning orange

I make your ho cringe

I'll shoot your door hinge on a robin'

While the floor spins

My bad

I must have panicked

I'm boofin' Xanax

Then playin' with your gram's tits

'Cause Terror is not over with

Put your hands in the sky if you ready to die

Terror Reid and Eliozie 'bout to bury you alive

Yet another mission

He starts the transmission and goes missing

Can't find no heart rhythm

So put your motherfuckin' hands

All the way to the sky

It's Reid and Eliozie 'bout to bury you alive

Six feet deep

Under the street

Is where you sleep

No other can defeat

This discreet meat-beatin' thief

I finish first, never finish last

Steppin' on the gas

Yeah, I go and pass

Now you in the past, in the fast lane

In the drop-top counting cash

Shove an hourglass up your ass

And head to first class

Now all these bitches lookin' at me

For the D, like a fiend

I'ma dream up my self-esteem

I am on a screen

I'm a machine

Something that this world has never seen

I got the genes, flip the high beams

And empty the magazine

Click, click, clack, chicka boom bow

Headshot straight between your fucking eyebrows

Literally lyrically confusing

I bought a 3D printed Uzi

Because I seen it in a movie

They pull up in a hoopty

And try to shoot me

I gave that ass a rash so fast

I hit them with the fuckin' two piece

So call the police, capiche?

'Cause this beast is off his leash

And I don't think you wanna see me in the streets

Put your, put your hands in the sky if you ready to die

Terror Reid and Eliozie 'bout to bury you alive

Yet another mission

He starts the transmission and goes missing

Can't find no heart rhythm

So put your motherfuckin' hands

All the way to the sky

It's Reid and Eliozie 'bout to bury you alive

Six feet deep

Under the street

Is where you sleep

No other can defeat

This discreet meat-beatin' thief