Now I didn’t wanna have to do this
(Well, goddamn)
But when I touch a mic suckaz 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, youza cherry flavored acta
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
Wit out any effort
Cold blood, man, I need a sweatshirt
The molotov fiya bomb lookin' for a pill presser

Now I ain’t said shit fo a minute
Still got mo' dough than a chef in a kitchen
And I ain’t 'gon lie man I really been spendin'
What da 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 sucka bitch
Neo pets lovin' trick
Steady goin' harder than most
Da king of the coast
I’m floating on a boat, stackin' whole wheat toast

And neva too quick to flip a cop
Mafuckas 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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