Terrorist (Acapella)

[Freddie Gibbs] Uhh, tales of the terrorist Young, black, felonious, red-blooded American Gave this bitch a taste of that lil' boy, she cherished it Fucked her veins up, now she shoot her foot with the heroin Twinkle toes, know single hoes that like to treat they nose Sending muff pics, photos that got they treat exposed I swear you oughta keep your daughter from this dirtbag Dog nigga, scum of the Earth, for what it's worth I been handling probation well Smoking blunts, 36 months and I ain't seen the jail Making music that makes a meal, fuck the recognition But I guess my record just too reckless for the record business Won't sell my soul to chase a check but I be checking niggas Ether them in interviews Industry put lames in the game like Duncan Pinderhughes Think these niggas change they persona, then let you pick and choose Eenie-miney-mo, so don't try me ho; bitch, I been a fool Psychopathic whoop-ass like Michael daddy Everything that touch my skin brand name, my brand new Caddy Got that pussy-wet paint as I sit on the softest leather I ain't tripping, joe, my ticket to heaven could cost whatever I just pray the Lord don't toss me with Satan off in the cheap seats Thought of dying broke with no legacy make my knees weak Cause I proceed to make ends bleed, let it be grisly Getting green by any means out on these mean streets Uhh, tales of the terrorist Felonious, red-blooded American