SUPA DUPA lyrics

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 b*tch 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 sh*t, 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 sh*t 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 f*ck you think I did in this lovely pandemic?
Legend has it, Reid in the lab cookin' magic
And furthermore, the sh*t 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 b*tch
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
Maf*ckas 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, b*tch ya betta learn
Go tell the cops Terror has returned
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