Lyrics Supa Dupa - Terror Reid

Supa Dupa

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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