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 (Uh)