It’s been nearly half a year since we last year Terror Reid, but the hip hop alias for Getter is back today with another addictive single, “When It’s All Gone.”
Of all other DJ aliases or side projects, Terror Reid is consistently in the upper echelon. There’s no doubt in my mind that if Getter hadn’t made it as a DJ, he would have had a prosperous career as a rapper. On “When It’s All Gone,” he spits the same easy, free-flowing bars as always on top a beat his own creation, giving himself that 360 degree control over the end product — and it shows.
Check out “When It’s All Gone” below.
Terror Reid – When It’s All Gone Lyrics]
Intro]
(Goes like this, goes like that)
(And it goes like that)
Uh (and it goes like that)
Check it out
So check it out (yo)
Verse 1]
So check it out, I’m finna tell you what I’m all about
Your time’s running out, so don’t make me spell it out
You fuck with Reid and that’s a doubt
I’ll pull up in your town and blast your teeth straight up out your mouth
With a magnum
My style stay platinum
Skins, you lack ’em, hoes know, go ask one
Colder than a sickle, got ladies rubbin’ they nipples, pretty simple
Fuck around and get crippled
‘Cause first thing’s first, bitch I’m the boss
Chew you like floss
Leave your face without a bottom jaw
Let the game die, bitch I’ll kill it if I have to
And if they ask who they better not ask you
‘Cause you don’t want to fuck with a pimp
Got a dick like a blimp, so I walk with a limp
I’m here to show you folks that I’m the realest it can get
I made myself so smooth I make your momma coochie wet
Chorus]
And when it’s all gone (what you believe in?)
Sick always hearin’ it (what you believe in?)
Motherfuckers think I’m losin’ it (what you believe in?)
But I don’t give a fuck, knuckle up buttercup, like
When it’s, when it’s all gone (what you believe in?)
Sick always hearin’ it (what you believe in?)
I’m hung up and I’m stuck (what you believe in?)
But I don’t give a fuck, knuckle up buttercup, like
Verse 2]
One, two, three, four to the five
Suicide ain’t work, I’m still alive
Six, seven, eight, and the 9-millimeter
Ten shots make you hot like a heater
Don’t trust much, but I dust fools with a slim uppercut
Takin’ f the mask, movin’ up
My shit suck less than a ho with a fat chest
Bitch looked sick, so I took her to the vet, bet
My rhymes just be wicked like that
Throwin’ up the set with the fully automatic
I got the rhythm with the four C’s, ho please
And now they kneeling down on both knees
Break your bitch like bread, coast to coast
Bodies be dead when I boast
My shit gross
The host with the most, burn ya like queso
You got a problem? – just say so
Chorus]
And when it’s all gone (what you believe in?)
Sick always hearin’ it (what you believe in?)
Motherfuckers think I’m losin’ it (what you believe in?)
But I don’t give a fuck, knuckle up buttercup, like
When it’s, when it’s all gone (what you believe in?)
Sick always hearin’ it (what you believe in?)
I’m hung up and I’m stuck (what you believe in?)
But I don’t give a fuck, knuckle up buttercup, like
Outro]
(Knuckle up)
(It’s Reid)
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