T-1000

Check, check
One, Two

I'm Arnold Schwarzenegger with my face torn off
Cruising on a Harley with a sawed-off

Don't test me, likely cause a tempest
Terminate your section like exterminating pests
At the airport and I'm beeping through the terminals
It's personal if they don't find nothing on my person
All gold soul a solid glow from the center
Attempt to spit this metal you gone need a set of dentures
Gazing through these black shades Fulgazi's couldn't phase me
Pass wind and leave a carbon footprint, I'm distinct
The aura magnetic and plus immortal the aesthetic
Try to style on me, forget it
You're spent and my ascent is not an accident
Put napalm to cons and stay confident
Not your texture, came in through a portal on a venture
Watch my temper, I'll leave you blacked out like a censor
Never smile, known for stacking bodies in a pile
And I'm wild, crazy motherfucker steal your child

Terminator, Schwarzenegger

I'm Arnold Schwarzenegger with my face torn off
Cruising on a Harley with a sawed-off

You're soft as software, I'm knocking him 'cause nobody was there
Tryna act hard with the weak hardware
You're plastic, I shift the tectonic
Smoking on the chronic make the sonic come bionic
Your ho's is all on it, your bro's is dishonest
Need to keep your eyes polished
Check coast I promise, you're pompous
Cat's get cataract when they peep inside my raps
Intense and niggas get tense as I finesse my craft
Flows that float a raft, withhold on no attacks
And you can scope the gold from the hole in my ass crack
I drop it on them, Zapsign been a problem
They couldn't solve him and then they failed to dissolve him
Stick you for your outfit, never shopping at the mall
I'm not Michael Jackson bro I'm smashing through the walls

Terminator, Schwarzenegger, Dead Boys, T-1000

I'm Arnold Schwarzenegger with my face torn off
Cruising on a Harley with a sawed-off

You don't want the war, I've been smashing through the walls
Spilling in your ears till I'm leaking out your pores
Shape-shifters couldn't stand a chance against me
Scan intensely, far as my red eyes can see
I exhale, the Devil's in the details, but peep
You only skim the surface and don't wade that deep
Keep the piece, only unless you're tryna test
I'll make a mess if you're tryna kill a cigarette against my chest
For interest sake, in my defence
We're tryna do it interstate, you play around the fence
Indigoat Clan in action, thinking bout expansion and pushing passion
The faction surpassing your fashion, blunt packing (uh!)
Smoking out and maxing
The Terminator with the gold soul on black skin
(Terminator, gold soul on black skin)