Freddie Gibbs - Terrorist lyrics

[Freddie Gibbs] Uhh, tales of the terrorist Young, black, felonious, red-blooded American Gave this b**h a taste of that lil' boy, she cherished it f**ed her veins up, now she shoot her foot with the h**n 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 n***a, 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***as Ether them in interviews Industry put lames in the game like Duncan Pinderhughes Think these n***as change they persona, then let you pick and choose Eenie-miney-mo, so don't try me ho; b**h, I been a fool Psychopathic whoop-a** like Michael daddy Everything that touch my skin brand name, my brand new Caddy Got that p**y-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