When It's All Gone - Terror Reid

Can you turn it up?

Let me get my headphones

Here we go, uh, uh

When it’s all gone (Goes like this)

And when it’s all gone (Goes like that, uh)

And it goes like this

Check it out (What you believe in?)

So check it out (What you believe in?)

That’s some real shit (Yo)

So check it out

So check it out, I’m finna tell you what I’m all about

Your time’s runnin' out, so don’t make me spell it out

You fuck with Reid and that’s a doubt

I’ll pull up in your town and blast your teeth straight up out your mouth

With the magnum, my style stay platinum

Skins, you lack 'em, hoes know, go ask one

Colder than a sickle, got ladies rubbin' they nipples

Pretty simple, fuck around and get crippled

'Cause first thing’s first, bitch, I’m the boss, chew you like floss

Leave your face without a bottom jaw

Let the game die, bitch, I’ll kill it if I have to

And if they ask who they better not ask you

'Cause you don’t wanna fuck with a pimp

Got a dick like a blimp so I walk with a limp

I’m here to show you folks that I’m the realest it can get

I made myself so smooth, I make your mama coochie wet

And when it’s all gone (What you believe in?)

Sick of always hearin' it (What you believe in?)

Motherfuckers think I’m losin' it (What you believe in?)

But I don’t give a fuck, knuckle up buttercup, like

When it’s, when it’s all gone (What you believe in?)

Sick of always hearin' it (What you believe in?)

I’m hung up and I’m stuck (What you believe in?)

But I don’t give a fuck, knuckle up buttercup, like

One, two, three, four to the five

Suicide ain’t work, I’m still alive

Six, seven, eight, and the nine-millimeter

Ten shots make you hot like a heater

Don’t trust much, but I dust fools with a slim uppercut

Takin' off the mask, movin' up

My shit suck less than a ho with a fat chest

Bitch looked sick, so I took her to the vet, bet

My rhymes just be wicked like that

Throwin' up the set with the fully automatic

I got the rhythm with the four C’s, ho, please

And now they kneeling down on both knees

Break your bitch like bread, coast to coast

Bodies be dead when I boast, my shit gross

The host with the most, burn ya like queso

You got a problem?

Just say so

And when it’s all gone (What you believe in?)

Sick of always hearin' it (What you believe in?)

Motherfuckers think I’m losin' it (What you believe in?)

But I don’t give a fuck, knuckle up buttercup, like

When it’s, when it’s all gone (What you believe in?)

Sick of always hearin' it (What you believe in?)

I’m hung up and I’m stuck (What you believe in?)

But I don’t give a fuck, knuckle up buttercup, like

Knuckle up

It’s Reid