Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Buried Alive 2, artist - Terror Reid. Date of issue: 25.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Buried Alive 2 |
| 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 |
| 'Cus 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 |
| Til it’s blistered |
| Motherfucker do you get the fucking picture? |
| How fast will you react after I crash this flat black Cadillac in to the back |
| of your wack Pontiac |
| In fact, it seems your body is 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 whore 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 about 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 this d, like some fiends |
| I’m a dream, up my self-esteem |
| I am on the 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, clack, chicka boom bow |
| Headshot straight between your fucking eyebrows |
| Literally lyrically confusing |
| I bought a 3D printed Uzi, because I’ve 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? |
| 'Cus this beast is off his leash |
| And I don’t think you want to see me in the streets |
| Put your hands in the sky if you ready to die |
| Terror Reid and Eliozie about 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 |