The Otha Side (Explicit) - Terror Reid

Lyrics by：Tanner Petulla

Composed by：Tanner Petulla

Ay yo

It's the master wicked

Terror creepin' in ya kitchen

Takin' pictures of your b***h 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

F**k 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 s**ts 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 b***h 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

F**kin' 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 s**t ya h*e be f**kin' 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 a*s with the 44 to shoot ya

I got the juice like bishop

Comin' to fix your b***hes makeup

Then make her hiccup in ya bed before ya wake up

I'm goin' off like a mothaf**kin' 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 b***h

You get f**ked like a b***h

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

F**kin' 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'