Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Terror, artist - Jedi Mind Tricks. Album song A History Of Violence, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 10.11.2008
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Terror |
| Y’all motherfuckers woke a demon up |
| The bullets splatter through your spleen and guts |
| The whole clique duckin they PO |
| They need to pee in cups |
| We murder shit like everything the Europeans touch |
| I dont even talk to motherfuckers, that could lead to trust |
| We on our din, devils only deal with greed and lust |
| Beat an elephant with bare hands and take his bleeding tusks |
| Anytime you hear a cop was murdered best believe its us |
| Jus Allah load the Glock put em in the weeds and dust |
| I ain’t I sucka I was born with hercules in us |
| Strangle snakes, dangle grapes fed by European sluts |
| Yall know where to come to when you need the fuckin trees and dust |
| Ayo D? |
| I need by ?? |
| these fucks |
| I got the power to devour trees, seas and such |
| I got the power thats the caliber of jesus touch |
| It dont matter the caliber I proceed to rush |
| Vinny on a whole nother algebra than the Greeks could touch |
| Let me tell you a little something bout a nigga named Moz |
| Look in his eye you could see the evil if you high |
| You could notice a little nigga that’s eager for the sky |
| Behind bars scarred like jesus when he died (when he died) |
| Nigga I was in the hole for a whole 6 months getting high off the reefer |
| thinking why |
| Im with the roachs and rats hopeless and ?? |
| line and line and the hole in the |
| crack |
| Nigga I was in the hole trying getting my back, niggas snitching and CEO tried |
| getting my bag |
| But I dont give a fuck about a snake or a fag a hater id rather see Adolph paid |
| off, laugh |
| This is real life fuck getting paid off rats And selling my soul to the devil |
| getting paid off rapping Mozerade, Maz, Pazienza clap boys ?? |
| back man you |
| still screaming duffle bag boys |
| I have lived a century, I’ve tapped into my 6th sensory |
| I am a potential enemy |
| My entire inner chemistry, every inch of me, is divinity |
| Unequivically supremacy |
| I have undesired energy |
| Sins friendly since empty |
| Show the prince of peace no clemency |
| Give him an extremity of insensitivity |
| Let his kin and ministry witness his disassembly |
| I just love sufference, I’m destructive, unproductive |
| Tussid, not much substance, thuggage |
| Above judgement, unaware of any error of doubt |
| Where it counts, I’m a fair amount of paramount |
| I embody a monopoly of ungodly |
| The hobby robbed me of my common camaraderie |
| My apology, arid, insincerity |
| Charity, very generic, it’s hilarity |