Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Otha Side, artist - Terror Reid. Date of issue: 31.01.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Otha Side |
| Ay yo |
| It’s the master wicked |
| Terror creepin' in ya kitchen |
| Takin' pictures of your bitch then |
| Dippin' with a vengeance |
| I’ll slice you and dice you |
| Entice you to get loose |
| Then stitch you back together |
| With the laces from ya dads boots |
| I’m the super cooch cougar |
| Fingerin' ya mom inside an uber |
| Going backwards |
| Fuck backwoods |
| I’m pullin' on a flask |
| Full of premium gas |
| In the back of ya class |
| Rockin' an all black ski mask |
| Comin' with the shits that make you vomit |
| I see you on my dick well hop up off it |
| I’m solo dolo for the profit |
| She make my cock spit (who tho?) |
| Ya bitch do yo |
| She on my boat right now |
| Let’s see if she can float |
| I’m sick in the head |
| Twisted like a dread |
| Terror comin' back from the dead |
| With a baggie full of lead |
| And red lasers |
| Settin' fire to ya neighbors |
| Immune to tazers |
| Cut ya throat and then I eat the razor |
| I’m on the other side |
| Drank too much bleach |
| Finally I died |
| Everytime you look into the sky |
| You will see my eyes |
| Starin' back at you |
| With a .32 cocked |
| 5 knives in my shoes |
| And a holographic mewtwo |
| I’m on the other side |
| Popped too many pills |
| I thought I’d never die |
| Fuckin' the reality I left behind |
| There is no after life just another knife |
| Waitin' for the psychopathic addict hiding in ya |
| Attic plannin' when he’s next attackin' |
| The pathologic deranged homicidal prophet |
| Obnoxious enough to stash a kilo in the cockpit |
| I got that sick shit ya hoe be fuckin' with |
| Knuckle bust ya lip |
| On a acid trip with all my lasers on my hip |
| Call me king koopa the chemical abusa |
| I’m pullin' up on ya ass with the .44 to shoot ya |
| I got the juice like bishop |
| Comin' to fix your bitches makeup |
| Then make her hiccup in ya bed before ya wake up |
| I’m goin' off like a mothafuckin' sprinkler |
| Make ya knees weak before I cut you with a cleaver |
| And put ya body in my back pack |
| Strapped with a fat gat |
| And a dead cat hangin' from my fanny pack |
| Doin' about a hundred with you in the trunk |
| Now hold on tight becuz I’m bout to hit this gnarly speed bump |
| Hear you scream and beg for mercy but I told you not to snitch |
| If you actin' like a bitch |
| You get fucked like a bitch |
| I’m on the other side |
| Drank too much bleach |
| Finally I died |
| Everytime you look into the sky |
| You will see my eyes |
| Starin back at you |
| With a .32 cocked |
| 5 knives in my shoes |
| And a holographic mewtwo |
| I’m on the other side |
| Popped too many pills |
| I thought I’d never die |
| Fuckin' the reality I left behind |
| There is no after life just another knife |
| Waitin' for the psychopathic addict hiding in ya |
| Attic plannin' when he’s next attackin' |