paroles de chanson Terrorist (Instrumental) - Madlib , Freddie Gibbs
Uhh,
tales
of
the
terrorist
Young,
black
felonious,
red
blooded
American
Gave
this
bitch
a
taste
of
that
lil'
boy,
she
cherished
it
Fucked
her
veins
up,
now
she
shoot
her
foot
with
the
heroin
Twinkle
toes,
know
single
hoes
that
like
to
treat
they
nose
Sending
muff
pics,
photos
that
got
they
treat
exposed
I
swear
you
oughta
keep
your
daughter
from
this
dirtbag
Dog
nigga,
scum
of
the
Earth,
for
what
it's
worth
I
been
handling
probation
well
Smoking
blunts,
36
months
and
I
ain't
seen
the
jail
Making
music
that
makes
a
meal,
fuck
the
recognition
But
I
guess
my
record
just
to
reckless
for
the
record
business
Won't
sell
my
soul
to
chase
a
check
but
I
be
checking
niggas
Ether
them
in
interviews
Industry
put
lames
in
the
game
like
Duncan
Pinderhughes
Think
these
niggas
change
they
persona,
they
let
you
pick
and
choose
Eenie,
miney,
mo
so
don't
try
me
ho,
bitch
I
been
a
fool
Psychopathic
whoop
ass
like
Michael
daddy
Everything
that
touch
my
skin
brand
name,
my
brand
new
Caddy
Got
that
pussy-wet
paint
as
I
sit
on
the
softest
leather
I
ain't
tripping,
joe,
my
ticket
to
heaven
can
cost
whatever
I
just
pray
the
Lord
don't
toss
me
with
Satan
off
in
the
cheap
seats
Thought
of
dying
broke
with
no
legacy
make
my
knees
weak
Cause
I
proceed
to
make
ends
bleed,
let
it
be
grizzly
Getting
green
by
any
means
out
on
these
mean
streets
Uhh,
tales
of
the
terrorist
Felonious,
red
blooded
American
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