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