Uhh, tales of the terrorist
Young, black, felonious, red-blooded American
Gave this b**** a taste of that lil' boy, she cherished it
f***** her veins up, now she shoot her foot with the heroin
Twinkle toes, know single hoes that like to treat they nose
Sending m*** pics, photos that got they treat exposed
I swear you oughta keep your daughter from this dirtbag
Dog n****, 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, f*** 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 n*****
Ether them in interviews
Industry put lames in the game like Duncan Pinderhughes
Think these n***** change they persona, then let you pick and choose
Eenie-miney-mo, so don't try me ho; b****, I been a fool
Psychopathic whoop-a** like Michael daddy
Everything that touch my skin brand name, my brand new Caddy
Got that p****-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 grizzly
Getting green by any means out on these mean streets
Uhh, tales of the terrorist
Felonious, red-blooded American
Young, black, felonious, red-blooded American
Gave this b**** a taste of that lil' boy, she cherished it
f***** her veins up, now she shoot her foot with the heroin
Twinkle toes, know single hoes that like to treat they nose
Sending m*** pics, photos that got they treat exposed
I swear you oughta keep your daughter from this dirtbag
Dog n****, 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, f*** 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 n*****
Ether them in interviews
Industry put lames in the game like Duncan Pinderhughes
Think these n***** change they persona, then let you pick and choose
Eenie-miney-mo, so don't try me ho; b****, I been a fool
Psychopathic whoop-a** like Michael daddy
Everything that touch my skin brand name, my brand new Caddy
Got that p****-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 grizzly
Getting green by any means out on these mean streets
Uhh, tales of the terrorist
Felonious, red-blooded American