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The Otha Side
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Hip-Hop/Rap
The Otha Side was released on February 1, 2018 by TERROR REID as a part of the album The Otha Side - Single
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Release DateFebruary 1, 2018
LabelTERROR REID
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
TERROR REID
TERROR REID
Performer
Tanner Petulla
Tanner Petulla
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tanner Petulla
Tanner Petulla
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TERROR REID
TERROR REID
Producer

Lyrics

[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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