Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Buried Alive, artist - Terror Reid. Date of issue: 21.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Buried Alive |
| Fuck the Earth, put my dick in the dirt |
| It’s Terror |
| Straight diggin' through ya Grandma’s purse |
| It’s the disrespectful lunatic |
| He’s fuckin' up the game and shit |
| Strapped with a beam sword, coolin' off a Vicodin |
| My brain is oozin', who am I bruisin'? |
| I’m choosin' to take the loot and |
| I’ll strangle you with both hands |
| Then borrow ya stove to make some bomb ass toast |
| Before I wet ya folks |
| Ya better bring ya coat |
| Like Eminem I’m bout to blackout, spazz out |
| Lookin' for someone to beat the crap out |
| Whip the ass out |
| Hit the map route then I passed out |
| On the bath salts, eatin' asphalt in a cash vault |
| Eliozie onto bigger things, onto better things |
| I got iller dreams, life is pleasurin' |
| Lots of commas I be measuring like the treasury |
| People pesterin' |
| Ties are severin' I’m busy renderin' |
| So put your motherfuckin' hands all the way to the sky |
| It’s Reid and Eliozie 'bout to bury you alive |
| 6 feet deep under the street is where you sleep |
| No other can defeat this discreet meat beatin' thief |
| Put ya 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 missin' |
| Can’t find no heart rhythm |
| I-I-I am not from this planet, I did not plan this |
| Go on and make a fuckin' sandwich |
| For the banned man in a trash can eatin' Xans, clutchin' bands |
| Wearin' pink vans as he does the thizzle dance |
| Physically, not mentally, or spiritually insane, I’ll eat ya brain |
| With an ice cold glass of lemonade |
| Doin' cocaine off a razor blade, huffin' propane |
| Feelin' like a pitcher as I’m chuckin' this grenade, mane |
| My brain fried like a hash brown |
| Bitches droppin' pants down |
| Like I’m a king with a damn crown |
| Movin' quick, I don’t ever stand down |
| Ran down five cops |
| Now they yellin' «man down» |
| Oops |
| I don’t really give a shit about them |
| I’mma do my shit without them |
| It’s astoundin' how motherfucka’s really are surroundin' |
| So I drown them in a fountain |
| Now I’m climbin' mountains shoutin' «fuck them» |
| So put your motherfuckin' hands all the way to the sky |
| It’s Reid and Eliozie 'bout to bury you alive |
| 6 feet deep under the street is where you sleep |
| No other can defeat this discreet meat beatin' thief |
| Put ya 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 missin' |
| Can’t find no heart rhythm |