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The Otha Side

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Hip-Hop/Rap

The Otha Side wurde am 1. Februar 2018 von TERROR REID als Teil des Albums veröffentlichtThe Otha Side - Single

Songdetails

AlbumThe Otha Side - Single

Veröffentlichungsdatum1. Februar 2018

LabelTERROR REID

Melodizität

Akustizität

Valence

Tanzbarkeit

Energie

BPM86

SONG-INFO

SONGTEXTE

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

TERROR REID

Performer

Tanner Petulla

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Tanner Petulla

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

TERROR REID

Producer

Songtexte

[Verse 1]

Ay, yo

[Verse 2]

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 your dad's boots

[Verse 3]

I'm the super cooch cougar, fingering ya mom inside an Uber

Goin' backwards, fuck Backwoods

I'm pullin' on a flask, full of premium gas

In the back of ya class, rockin' an all back ski mask

[Verse 4]

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 though?) Ya bitch do yo, she's on my boat right now

Let's see if she can float

[Verse 5]

I'm sick in the head, twisted like a dread

Terror comin' back form the dead with a baggie full of lead

And red lasers, settin' fire to ya neighbors

Immune to tasers, cut ya throat and then I eat the razor

[Verse 6]

I'm on the otha side, drank too much bleach, finally I died

Every time you look into the sky, you will see my eyes

Starin' back at you with a .32 cocked, five knives in my shoes

And a holographic Mew-two

[Verse 7]

I'm on the otha side, popped too many pills, thought I'd never die

Fuckin' the reality I left behind, there is no afterlife, just another knife

Waitin' for the psychopathic addict hidin' in ya

Attic plannin' when he's next attackin'

[Verse 8]

The pathologic, deranged, homicidal prophet

Obnoxious, enough to stash a kilo in your cockpit

I got the sick shit ya ho be fuckin' with, knuckle- bust ya lip

On a acid trip with all my lasers on my hip

[Verse 9]

They call me King Koopa, the chemical abuser

I'm pullin' up on ya ass with the .44 to shoot ya

'Cause I got the juice like bishop, comin' to fix your bitch's makeup

Then make her hiccup in ya bed before ya wake up

[Verse 10]

I'm goin' off like a motherfuckin' sprinkler

Make ya knees weak before I cut you with a cleaver

And put ya body in my backpack, strapped with a fat gat

And a dead cat hangin' from my fanny pack

[Verse 11]

Doin' about a hundred with you in the trunk

Now hold on tight because 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

[Verse 12]

I'm on the otha side, drank too much bleach, finally I died

Every time you look into the sky, you will see my eyes

Starin' back at you with a .32 cocked, five knives in my shoes

And a holographic Mew-two

[Verse 13]

I'm on the otha side, popped too many pills, thought I'd never die

Fuckin' the reality I left behind, there is no afterlife, just another knife

Waitin' for the psychopathic addict hidin' in ya

Attic plannin' when he's next attackin'

Written by: Tanner Petulla

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