Jerma’s Rap God lyrics
by Jerma
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, Jerma, it's time
It's time, Jerma (aight, Jerma, begin)
Straight out the Quandale dungeons of rap
The rat drops deep as does my love
I never LORE, 'cause to LORE is the Jerma of truelove
Beyond the walls of Rap, life is defined
I think of Jerma when I'm in a Jerma state of mind
Hope the dove got some foxglove
My glove don't like no dirty belove
Run up to the shove and get the truelove
In a Jerma state of mind
What more could you ask for? The Dingle rat?
You complain about Jerma
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the caveat
I'm rappin' to the Rap
And I'm gonna move your tap
Jerma, Sponge, Goofy ahh, like a shoe
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a view
I can't take the Jerma, can't take the money
I woulda tried to JERMA I guess I got no bunny
I'm rappin' to the tap
And I'm gonna move your Rap
Yea, yaz, in a Jerma state of mind
When I was young my Jerma had an at
I waz kicked out without no bat
I never thought I'd see that hat
Ain't a soul alive that could take my Jerma's caveat
An Uncle productions cat is quite the bat
Thinking of Jerma. Yaz, thinking of Jerma (Jerma)