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SHOT BY: @Itsphantomette LYRICZ: so what? i been asleep fo a minute, handlin my business finally wakin up now, jumpin back in it i gotta get it, i gotta have it, the cabbage I’m lookin in the mirror right back at the savage My bad, I had to tap in, album had me crackin had to scrap the team because ya boy been snappin it had to happen burning bridges? nah I’m sewing stitches sniper vision wipe a team with a simple sentence I’m in ya set testin out my new set list writin evil shit to give ya picky ass sepsis buyin me a jet when the record label check hits button in the oval, yain’t really wanna press this ya see me in the cut, ya see my profile steady runnin from the cops ya, i ran a couple miles said I’m stealin product they ain’t know i took the whole aisle tell her “Terror in da room” n see ya hoe smile uh i remember burnin in a Prelude steppin up to suckaz if they brash then i turn em into bitch stew holla at a chick who grabbin at my dick cuz my shit coo blastin off a whip turnin my lips blue takin 2 i guess dat make me double trouble separate ya head I’m blowin bubbles in da blood puddle heinous on a track thats why they dig me like a shovel i slither in like Voldemort, I’m laughing at the muggles i betcha ya take a tumble wen ya step into my typhoon don’t gotta hold it in ya lookin like ya bout to cry soon go getcha mama n a blanky, maybe catch a cartoon I’m at the feddy bank I’m stickin tellers w a harpoon off da sack, ain’t a draft dis a final i think i broke my back like I’m Mike, shit spinal so this one goes out to all my brothers and my idols and suckaz recognize Terror hold tha title uh
