Yo, yo, yo
What the fuck? Terror Squad
All we do is battle what, what, what what
Yo, it's "The Dream Shatterer" strictly for cream team battler
Ring rattlin', microphone fiend, spline splatterer
King of the throne, bringin' it home five nights
Up in The Source, five mics
Whippin' a Porsche, high price
Pumpin' the 9-7, rhyme heaven her voice is mindbendin'
Imaginin' Angie nothin' but panties and my 9-11
That's what I'm reppin' the thug, Tec and the glove
Step in the mud with less than a SCUD, I'm splittin' your rug
It's just I'm in love with Mrs. Martinez
Latin goddess or Venus, you just happen to give me the hardest
You wanna see us apart, you're chasin' the dark (yo)
Long as she run the battle she got a place in my heart (yo, yo, yo)

All of a sudden the big question is, yo who this bitch Reminisce?
Is she really thorough with her borough, can she represent?
Do Remy write every line and every rhyme that she spit?
Is she, really the shit, is her flow really sick?
Get off my dick, keep your sorry ass compliments
I get mad quick y'all knowin' me ain't got no sense
Bitch, don't try to play me, because you not a player
Believe me, you don't really wanna see my gangster
It's easy to cock back and smack the shit out a ho
Had to leave niggas bleedin' just so we could get our dough
It get me heated, that's why I wild out for no reason
On the Bruckner, like fuck you, gettin' weeded and speedin'
I'm untouchable, nigga, I ain't never have love for you niggas
'Cause y'all pussy that's why I ain't never fuck with you niggas
Motherfuckers is scandal, on the avenue of Randall
Don't slip into some shit you and your click can't really handle
I ain't havin' it, get the cash out the cabinet
Before I stab the bastard baby in the bassinet
I'll, body a battyboy, blow his gut open
Leave son chokin', gun still smokin'
Know how many niggas like, "I bet you Pun wrote it"
Y'all can all take a dirty dildo and deep throat it

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