Supa Dupa - Terror Reid

Now I didn’t wanna have to do this

(well god damn)

But when I touch a mic suckers duck like I’m shootin'

I’m bootin' cookie cutter butter soft rappers

Wanna rip my style off me like a snickers bar wrapper

Just hand it over man I ain’t gonna ask ya

You ain’t a capper, you is a cherry flavored actor

If that’s ya bitch you should prolly come grab her

Cause she in the studio feedin' me chicken flavad crackaz

What it do?

I’m still the rude ass Terror dude

I still got the flu, still sniffing supadupa glue

And I ain’t finna stop til I’m blue

Keep talkin' that shit, you can kiss my kaboos

And for the record, I spot ya hoe like a leopard

I roll up downtown made her neck hurt

Without any effort

Cold blood, man, I need a sweatshirt

The molotov fire bomb lookin' for a pill presser

Now I ain’t said shit for a minute

Still got more dough than a chef in a kitchen

And I ain’t 'gon lie man I really been spendin'

What the fuck you think I did in this lovely pandemic?

Legend has it, Reid in the lab cookin' magic

And furthermore, the shit he got in store is fantastic

'Cause last time I checked, man, he really been at it

I heard he pulled a 4 with a semi-automatic

The silly water drinkin, pilly poppin' stinkin

Demon still skeemin' on a sucker bitch

Neo pets lovin' trick

Steady goin' harder than most

The king of the coast

I’m floating on a boat, stackin' whole wheat toast

And never too quick to flip a cop

Motherfuckers need to stop

All the flockin' on my top, I’ll drop 'em like a stock

You know the name, and if ya don’t, bitch ya betta learn

Go tell the cops Terror has returned

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