I.D.F.A. Songtext
von Terror Reid

The brutal styles and relentless wordplay you have
Experienced in this manifesto
Will forever be imprinted into your psyche
His words will live in the back of your head
Like a fuckin parasite

Its time to meet da menace, a criminal defendant
Cuz wen this track is finished ima need a life sentence
Dabblin in vengeance, i′ve had it with pretendin
Now ima need a pension and a palace that's tremendous
Don′t try and mend this, i think he gone gonzo
Gimme a tank and a cheeky freak blonde hoe
Hard to speak with my dick up in her tonsil
When i'm gone she gone need some palo santo
Deflecting bullets like i'm made of titanium
Hit ya damn cranium, knock ya out da stadium
Swollen eyes like he hittin a serrated blunt
Number one hated one, nuclear uranium


Awfully blunted got a bone to pick with life itself
So far gone i feel like hangin myself
I think it′s aimless to help, it′s like i'm under a spell
Tha underground overlord, come n take em to hell
Ignoring the fakes, yall got horrible taste
My pockets so fat they gettin orbital traits
Dis playa raising the stakes, he burnin faces like mace
And sending jaws into space
Yo, i keep my shit laced

When i come around bitches turn around
Dey hear da sound n they look me up n down
When it come to da fellas, i don′t know what to tell ya
So all i'm gonna say is that i don′t fuck around
Ya keep runnin dat mouth, that's anotha round
Pound fo′ pound, ima puttem in da ground
Ya comin with dat fuck shit, i'm blowin up the function
Got nothin else to say bitch, i don't fuck around

Never believe da malevolent force rippin the head off a
Corpse
I told em not to press me, its a dangerous sport
I′m full of rage of a sort, because i hate you of course
Too many birds a flockin like i′m fuckin Fishermans Wharf
Ayo enough with the pitch, i got somethin to itch
And dis Cialis means i'll fuck it if it look like a bitch
I′ m slashin both of ya wrists, come back n open the stitch
I never miss, comin atcha with da wickedest fist


Its the one you can't run from
My style so dumb dumb, collecting a lump sum
Plat
Steerin the chariot, citizens staring
He known as the scariest cat
A mack fo′ a fact, you ain't ready fo′ dat
He windin it back just to tackle a rat
And all that remains is the mangled remains of yo cap
I'm takin yo brain never givin it back
Lil bitch

When i come around bitches turn around
Dey hear da sound n they look me up n down
When it come to da fellas, i don't know what to tell ya
So all i′m gonna say is that i don′t fuck around
Ya keep runnin dat mouth, that's anotha round
Pound fo′ pound, ima puttem in da ground
Ya comin with dat fuck shit, i'm blowin up the function
Got nothin else to say bitch, i don′t fuck around