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Terror

Helen Demoz

A History of Violence

2008

load the glock put em in norweigen dust
I ain't I sucka I was born with hercules in us
Strangle snakes, dangle grapes fed by European sluts
Y'all know

shift for the area 
Schoolcraft right by the Sonny’s got the hood in a barrier
How you gone ooo kill Lil Terrio
Point him out wear him out there he go

dog what you choosing? (I don't know)
Fuck it, just get 'em god
Niggas still tryna stop Blazey, they tryna get him got
They always pulling out guns but

the product
Thats created by the ego
Cus a nigga saw your vevo
And complimented your stilo
Any name I shatter
Boy these flows cut like a dagger
I can get up

the lotto
I got an O.G. the toughest act to follow
Tell your DJ he needs some Meezy up in that Serato
My girl rock that CC, not no BCBG make it look easy
Five

RenAgade Girl

1st verse 
Her lips are delicious and I never even kissed em
I can tell how they taste just by way h her whisper 
She shines she

ribs
Got babyback on my plate, I need a bib
That boy is lying, he telling a fib I can tell by his voice and the quivering lips
I don't feel any fear when

know the most high
Tot I told ya
Everybody throw your hands up
To the most high
Ride or Die
The Code We Live By
Follow the Leader
Lighting up
Light

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Rome 
Yeah 
Uh
Hope you got nowhere to go because there so much to tell 
I am not of the species 
From a whole other realm 
You

I’m trynna, paint a picture, for all these little niggas
Ones that say they love you won’t hesitate when they switch up
When you see em in person

the freezer
Cocky and I'm humble
You can tell by my demeanor
In the trap busting bowls
Couple ounces in a liter
Turn the beat off
Like somebody didn't pay

plenty
Unless its a task that Im given by Infinity
Now my enemy is every nigga in the industry
Tell em make an album full of hits then get with me
I keep

crash, splash it with intent (yuck)
I'm vexin', a boy givin' batty and bench
This corn's like a rash, it spreads (grrt)

You ain't ever been live in

night
Jeff and Jim throwing money on the sight
Always fill their drinks up, boy its something on the light
I never did this shit by accident
I swear

at night
Tento tirar da cabeça mas ficam presos na mind
You can tell by my face that I'm really really fucking tired
Quero ter milhões um richard millie

finish our free shot if not then she's a thot
Tell em bring it by the block boy that shit is hot
Cross you off an go outside
Come on tour I'll be your

i'm gone
A million, to kill a dumb, civilian
Your mind is numb, your hearts young, you always run
You boys are pussy i'm too hard, fucc em' over
I crush

ain’t greedy, I ain’t sharing lanes
Lost Boy, all I’m missing is a pair of fangs
Forget a circus, I’m a lion who was never tamed
Hate it when I love

Clockwork

Rascalz

Cash Crop

1997

jerked by the collar
Then gettin pulled from behind
The Misfit (Misfit)
You try to holla at the boys
Checkmate, Red, Flipout
Yes, indeed Misfit
So instead

need drug money all my bread legit
Got it comin' in you can tell by my fit
And I got these niggas mad 'cause I'm poppin' like a zit, I'm gone

You know I

need a big amount 
Bitch love me i skeeted in her mouth
Got that bag told em ship it from the south 
Broke boy you be sitting in a drought 
The fur that

miss no beat 
Put em deep in the dirt and  he don’t need  cleats 
Know  the streets never cared enough 
Nigga give his all just be killed by a nigga who

grill em down like I got gold teeth, please
Don’t take me for no bullshit
Ill put it in you face and tell ya suck deez, shit
If you ain't tryna make it

Copy
Riding in a HellCat, four by four, this shit is wide
Yeah you a motherfucking pussy, but you do not got nine lives
You always talking out your