Terror Reid - Windmillz

(welcome to my hotel rooma hotel room freestyleyou already know lets goits goes like this, it goes exactly like this)life goes on like a wind mill only plot i got is to grip steel make a millstayin real always ill from 1993 til souls of mischief did it better stillwhatever on ya skin like leather flap ya like a feather don’t depend on the weather you know im betterthan most these clowns ya be seein on the tvcuz i don’t need cream i got enough for me seeim like a dairy farm i make cheese when i please this untapped potential have u stuck on ya kneesspewin goop like a slut when they sneezejack ya wallet w eaze bruised lids from from a lack of sleepput a chrome to ya dome and eject the meatill take my seat now big g on the beats kaplowdon’t move dude i got some more food for ya mouthturn this old church to a fuckin slaughterhousebut hold the phone pick up all the pieces of ya head blowni love drugs but ill never condoneknock out a cop in the comfort of my own homefuck pigs til i’m 6 feet overgrownhead to hell screamin fuck 12 til i’m out the ozonethen dust em off like a camera lenswhip a benz y’all should really see how far my shorty bendsand how my shotty ends life put 2 thru you and save the rest for ya wifebitch goodnight i love my wife but fuck lifecould get a murder charge just to see what the fuck it feels likeleave me alone could give a fuck who u with bitch i said leave me alonefeed ya momma a bone give her a treat if she make me a sconelive ya life get the fuck off ya phoneappreciate the moment and youll never be alonei can’t surf but i’m gnar like spicolliflat ya like some dough and cut ya up like pepperonipersonal pan pizza in the oven bitch i’m hungry
i eat these fools faster than a muthafuckin humveemy honey got a rump that make humpty dump land on his feetcapeesh? damn reid be off the leashi been kicked around eaten up chewed and spit outmy mind was torn into pieces so i ripped that shit out10 years down the drain guess i wasn’t cut outfast forward 2020 who you listen to now?mothasfuckas gettin sick off the cloutthey’d rather suck each other off instead of figure it outreid’s here to patch it up like a squeaky leaky water spout(like a squeaky leaky water spoutima clean this shit upima kill this shitjust for fun i dont even have tosomeones gotta do itthats why im herehot vodka volume 1)

Written by:
Tanner Petulla

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