Semma Terry

No animation, I'm geeked up
Handcuff 'em like a C-cup
Pop a beam then you throw nuts
Think about it like a zombie body
I just break 'em down like I know karate
Turn a nigga to a port-a-potty
Sort of godly, know tolerance
I don't even need the audience
I'ma body, you can read about it
See me eating like you know you doubt it
Trap geekin' cause I'm G'd up
AYTD till my feet up
Lift a nigga cause the weed tough
I don't even think they see us
Really, really wanna be us
Really, really wanna be us?
Gotta be another motherfucker think he smoother
But I leave him sleeping under
No wonder you a fool runner
This is no cap, get ya hands strapped
Leave ya head zapped, no new jack
This cool strap is too laid back like a WayCap
Take a dirt nap if you test that, nigga real rap
Real rap like Biggie back, she gon' ride it like a piggyback
New wave like the Internet, didn't tell me that you into that
Eat a chicken, leave they underwear
Bust it down, leave it runny yeah
These rappers need to grow a pair
We can see the paws struck and clear
You don't even gotta guess I'm here