It’s your boy Supa the Starter, roll’in through your hood like that train called Marter
Similar to Jason Voorhees, I’m try’in to stab somebody’s daughter
Better yet, cut her up like that dude F. Kruger
And when it gets good to me, I’ll shoot her up with hot shots like a Luger
A little over nine months I’ll be change’in diapers and wipe’in booger?
Na, I’m just trip’in
Like Guy, me and shorty will just chill and get poured up
Next we’ll get weeded up
Then I’ll proceed to beat it up
And since I’m always strapped, I don’t worry about skeet-skeet’in up
She damn sho ain’t get’in seeded up
By SupaDupa the Star
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