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Selected song name: The Otha Side
Singer Name: Getter
Lyrics written by: Getter

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Ay yo
It's the master wicked
Terror creepin' in ya kitchen
Takin' pictures of your b*t*h then
Dippin' with a vengeance
I'll slice you and dice you
Entice you to get loose
Then st**ch you back together
With the laces from ya dads boots

I'm the super cooch cougar
Fingerin' ya mom inside an uber
Going backwards
F**k backwoods
I'm pullin' on a flask
Full of premium gas
In the back of ya cla**
Rockin' an all black ski mask

Comin' with the sh*ts that make you vomit
I see you on my d**k well hop up off it
I'm solo dolo for the profit
She make my c*ck spit
Ya b*t*h do yo
She on my boat right now
Let's see if she can float
I'm sick in the head
Twisted like a dread
Terror comin' back from the dead
With a baggie full of lead
And red lasers
Settin' fire to ya neighbors
Immune to tazers
Cut ya throat and then I eat the razor


I'm on the other side
Drank too much bleach
Finally I died
Everytime you look into the sky
You will see my eyes
Starin' back at you
With a .32 c*cked
5 knives in my shoes
And a holographic mewtwo

I'm on the other side
Popped too many pills
I thought I'd never die
F**kin' the reality I left behind
There is no after life just another knife
Waitin' for the psychopathic addict hiding in ya
Attic plannin' when he's next attackin'

The pathologic deranged homicidal prophet
Obnoxious enough to stash a kilo in the c*ckpit
I got that sick sh*t ya hoe be f**kin' with
Knuckle bust ya lip
On a acid trip with all my lasers on my hip

Call me king koopa the chemical abusa
I'm pullin' up on ya a** with the .44 to shoot ya
I got the juice like bishop
Comin' to fix your b*t*hes makeup
Then make her hiccup in ya bed before ya wake up

I'm goin' off like a mothaf**kin' sprinkler
Make ya knees weak before I cut you with a cleaver
And put ya body in my back pack
Strapped with a fat gat
And a dead cat hangin' from my fanny pack

Doin' about a hundred with you in the trunk
Now hold on tight becuz I'm bout to hit this gnarly speed bump
Hear you scream and beg for mercy but I told you not to snitch
If you actin' like a b*t*h
You get f**ked like a b*t*h


I'm on the other side
Drank too much bleach
Finally I died
Everytime you look into the sky
You will see my eyes
Starin back at you
With a .32 c*cked
5 knives in my shoes
And a holographic mewtwo
I'm on the other side
Popped too many pills
I thought I'd never die
F**kin' the reality I left behind
There is no after life just another knife
Waitin' for the psychopathic addict hiding in ya
Attic plannin' when he's next attackin'