Kids From The Terror

[Hook] {x4} Can I get a OOOOH and a AAAAH "Kids from the terror" OOOOH AAAAH [Verse One] Explosion, brain, mayhem, terror Say what, doubt yo, beef kid? Whatever Jawbones mean nothing to me I break black I count foes on hands and toes now go stay back Pythons hooked up to arms keep me calm Cause I can go way way back to drop the bombs Screaming (Oooh and aaah) Hollering (Oooh and aaah) Kids place your bets, throwing bones on the block I see your .45 yo and I'mma raise you a Glock Keep them Glock, zu ops, tecs and nine out the rhymes Punks throw dick beaters like this motherfucker [?] time [?] on the Punks cause we're all about hardcore Never knocking or ringing so we'll bum rush ya door Hmm, you're getting mad you'll need more than a miracle [?] sound less than physical Peep hysteria, I bet you feel inferior But you bring on this noise and who do you got standing up? Sounds of blackness [?] I'm going all out so make way for your death [Hook] [Verse Two] Feet don't fail me now I'mma pray for your stomping, the kids for the terror Fuck up shop, the heat is up, fall off? Never Got a (Philly) for the (blunt) Tot a (forty) like a (gun) You're not big enough to [?] so (you better run) Checking and stomping [?] Half the reason why the niggas [?] and died You try to be roughneck, that's what it must be Yo Trey, [?] don't touch me Okaaaaay Alriiiiiiight Okaaaaay Alriiiiiiight Here it comes the mother f'in wrecking, body breaking Punk After the kids split, the fragments [?] nigga Who can pack [?] [?] I got the joints I break off with my crew I flips the script when I starts to strip Gotta catch my drift so ah Lace the hit To rip I be ripping up crews and you will bruise And you will see me on the news, sipping on brews [?] Rrrrrrr Barbarians, word is bond [Hook]