Bounce Back

[Verse 1]
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Buckshots to ya back to send ya ass to heaven
I’m packin' MAC-11s just in case you get to testin'
Somebody grab this microphone before i molest it
Uh
I'm pulling up in a limousine tinted
With a gang of bad bitches
Stayin' saucy like ya momma chicken
Shut up 'n listen to my mission
I'm tryna take my ass out
And make all of these other rappers kiss it

Don't give a fuck about no ass or whores, man
I'm robbin' liquor stores for s'mores and Arizona cans
So hit the deck 'cause i lost my mind again
The sickest citizen spittin' verbal carcinogens

It's Terror Reid on the scene
Rip ya spleen like fabric, Black ops tactics
You want the smoke, well you can have it
The most important asset, I'm fuckin' fantastic
I'll go to ya funeral and squeeze the nina in the casket

[Chorus]
Everybody in the shack, back to front, front to back
Lift ya hands like that and bounce back
Everybody in the place, throw ya hands to space
Rock ya head back 'n forth and make dat stank face
To all my ladies in the front, start shakin' ya butt
Raise ya blunts to the sun and get spun
And all my fellas back there, put ya drink in the air
And bounce back like you just don’t care

[Verse 2]
But wait a second, why yo girl still obsessin'?
You stuck first base and I’m out here stealin' second
Check the method
When I'm on the mic it ain’t pleasant
You say that shit again and I'mma hunt you like a pheasant

She bust it wide open and I tell her bring it back like ill will
I still kill while I’m ill off a pill
She climb my dick like Jill and make that pussy spill
I ain’t trying to chill, I came to kill

I do what I want, how I want, and when I want it
I'll teach ya ass a lesson like I’m hooked on phonics
I'm wreckin' shit like a derby, you can't hurt me
And you know I leave yoa hoe babbling like a Furby

I draw steel and make that shit stink like raw veal
You only want a bite but you gon' get the whole meal
Talk is cheap, that’s why I charge a milli on a beat
And make it out to Reid, you can keep the receipt

[Chorus]
Everybody in the shack, back to front, front to back
Lift ya hands like that and bounce back
Everybody in the place, throw ya hands to space
Rock ya head back 'n forth and make dat stank face
To all my ladies in the front, start shakin' ya butt
Raise ya blunts to the sun and get spun
And all my fellas back there, put ya drink in the air
And bounce back like you just don’t care