Buried Alive 2

[Verse 1: eliozie]
I'ma put him in a basket
Wait, no, put him in a casket
Douse it in some sulfuric acid
Proceed to throw the matches
And watch it burn to ashes
'Cus I am feeling so graphic
I'ma cut your tongue out and teabag it with my big nuts
I will sew your lips shut and tie your hips up
Puttin' salt in all your fuckin' wrist cuts
'Til it's blistered
Motherfucker do you get the fucking picture?

[Verse 2: Terror Reid]
How fast will you react after I crash this flat black Cadillac in to the back of your wack Pontiac
In fact, it seems your body's still intact
I'll pull you out the car, put it in reverse and then I laugh
My eyes are turning orange, I make your whore cringe
I'll shoot your door hinge on a robin'
While the floor spins
My bad
I must have panicked
I'm boofin' Xanax then playin' with your gram's tits
Cause Terror is not over with

[Chorus: eliozie & Terror Reid]
Put your hands in the sky if you ready to die
Terror Reid and Eliozie about to bury you alive
Yet another mission, he starts the transmission and goes missing
Can't find no heart rhythm
So put your motherfuckin' hands all the way to the sky
It's Reid and Eliozie 'bout to bury you alive
Six feet deep under the street is where you sleep
No other can defeat this discreet meat beatin' thief

[Verse 3: eliozie]
I finish first, never finish last
Steppin' on the gas
Yeah, I go and pass
Now you in the past, in the fast lane
In the drop-top counting cash
Shove an hourglass up your ass and head to first class
Now all these bitches lookin' at me
For the d, like a fiends
I'm a dream, up my self-esteem
I am on the screen
I'm a machine
Something that this world has never seen
I got the genes, flip the high beams and empty the magazine [Click!]

[Verse 4: Terror Reid]
Click, clack, chicka boom bow
Headshot straight between your fuckin' eyebrows
Literally lyrically confusing
I bought a 3D printed Uzi, because I've seen it in a movie
They pull up in a hoopty
And try to shoot me
I gave that ass a rash so fast, I hit them with the fuckin' two piece
So call the police, capiche?
'Cus this beast is off his leash
And I don't think you want to see me in the streets

[Chorus: eliozie & Terror Reid]
Put your hands in the sky if you ready to die
Terror Reid and Eliozie about to bury you alive
Yet another mission, he starts the transmission and goes missing
Can't find no heart rhythm
So put your motherfuckin' hands all the way to the sky
It's Reid and Eliozie 'bout to bury you alive
Six feet deep under the street is where you sleep
No other can defeat this discreet meat beatin' thief