[Intro: P.R. Terrorist]
Shake `em down, Mathematics
Terrorist, yeah
[Chorus x2: P.R. Terrorist]
All you players, killers, dogs, wannabee thugs
In your body comin` soon is a wannabee slug
In this rap shit is real so I gotta really be bug
To show y`all fake motherfuckers love
[P.R. Terrorist]
You happy just to breathe oxygen
Ox and men, ox is friend
And the rest of them niggaz that`s in the pen I`m standin` in
What`s a thug? Fuckin` thug, y`all niggaz ain`t really bug
When this shit hit the fan, y`all hope`ll be thug
Out in the desert, rap wizard, stylistic
Check the statistics on my LP`s
You see me on the streets, mark of the beast
.44 slugs rip through your fleece, they hold grease
Next tape, trapped on the Shao`, there`s no escape
No bridge, no boat, just a place for your throat
Surrounded by water, transmit the blood of manslaughter
This gold-diggin` bitch on my dick, I can`t abort her
Plus it`s cheaper, and the skins is deeper on her daughter
Splashin` `em both, got it taped on camcorder
What it like, I be eatin` too much beats and rice
Rollin` dice, never thinkin` twice, shit is trife
Terrorizin`, never surprisin` the mic device
{*gunshots*}
Maricon!
[Chorus x3]
[P.R Terrorist]
Real niggaz give it up, fake niggaz they get it tooken
I`m on a long trip on my way to Central Bookin`
2 Heaterz that was found in my Jeep, Eastside of Crooklyn
When I hit the house, everybody`s lookin`
At the Latino, who that? Dom PaChino
Killarmy rap style that`s so raunchy
Test me, remember that Allah done blessed me
Even the Jakes tried fuckin` me up when they arrest me
Can`t take my mind from me although you got my 9`s from me
And know my seed that be growin` in my wiz tummy
O.T., makin` CREAM, dress bummy
Feds like niggaz who floss and flash money
But I`m low-key, bless you with a flow that`s holy
Ain`t dependin` on a record label to blow me
It`s on me, Terra Iz Him: The LP
G.O.D., try seein`, the light be set free
[Chorus x4]
[Outro: P.R. Terrorist]
Wannabee, word
Killarm`
You ain`t thugs
Maricons.. {*screaming*}
Come on.. {*gunshots*}
You wanna fuck with me!?!
Huh? {*screaming and gunshots continue*}
I`ll kill all you motherfuckers!
That`s all you got?
Come on!
I`m Dom PaChino!
[Movie sample]
Come on! Let`s go!
I`ll fuckin` blow your head off!
Come on! Let`s go!
See this? You boys are dead
And not just dead
Bring your boy Dallas, he fuckin` dead too
Gold-diggers, you tipped it
I ain`t fuckin` do this!
Fuckin` friends!
We fuckin` grew up together!
You mothafucka!
You want a war with me?
You want a fuckin` war with me?!?!
