Semma Terry - Godemis

Cause we gon' take 'em to the cemetery

It’s getting scary, they dare me to get these niggas buried

It’s such a rarity, rarely see me with niggas barely

Nobody scared me, you carried off in a cemetery

Hey my Killa City Shuffle cut a rug with misdirection

Niggas is nervous, losing service over disconnection

I scribble lines outside the further to critique depression

And waste my time using my mind designing lethal weapons

Probably hobble you, gotta holla, better keep it steppin'

Fuck up a check and this service wordless with a preacher flexing

Fuck what you thinking, the ship is sinking, better keep a weapon

I’m going totally krolly homie with a reefer breath on

So fuck you and that bitch, I fuck you with her dick

Ya dismissed to flip scripts and so pissed, I sip shit (quick)

And I don’t lose a single wink about it

And nevermind, I’m losing sleep without it

We too lit to drink shots, we do link to big plots

So you got, I think not, I’m Rorschach to inkblot

So mens here’s a song for your son and your daughter

Won’t let 'em fuck the startup, more holy the water

Cause we gon' take 'em to the cemetery

It’s getting scary, they dare me to get these niggas buried

It’s such a rarity, rarely see me with niggas barely

Nobody scared me, you carried off in a cemetery

Yeah, cause we gon' take 'em to the cemetery

It’s getting scary, they dare me to get these niggas buried

It’s such a rarity, rarely see me with niggas barely

Nobody scared me, you carried off in a cemetery

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 them under where

Bust it down, leave it running 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

Cause we gon' take 'em to the cemetery

It’s getting scary, they dare me to get these niggas buried

It’s such a rarity, rarely see me with niggas barely

Nobody scared me, you carried off in a cemetery

Yeah, cause we gon' take 'em to the cemetery

It’s getting scary, they dare me to get these niggas buried

It’s such a rarity, rarely see me with niggas barely

Nobody scared me, you carried off in a cemetery

I don’t even like rappers, I’m on drugs

Why you wanna know what’s in the stash, nigga you the fuzz

I’m OJ with the gloves, I’m okay with the plug

Like, «Hi, can I take your order?»

Yeah I need a double quarter pound deluxe

I was skipping court cause I didn’t like the judge

I was flipping quarters like heads or tails

I was fucking up cause I was in a rush

Had to eyeball it cause I didn’t have a scale

Don’t know what you call it but I call it skill

Never went to college but I been to jail

Never paid tuition but I got intuition

Gotta know the difference when you doing deals

Gotta do the dishes when you after meals

Never chasing bitches, I be chasing chips

But I keep some women like my name was Wilt

Chamberlain, the chamber empty when we spit

Came in here with Strange, I’m basically the shit

Slanging cocaine and stranglin' a spliff

Rolling paper planes coming off a trip

I’m really high, you really just

I don’t need E-40 just to B-Legit

Ever since of shorty I was thinking big

Kept a couple keys sitting on the side

Like I play accordion up in this bitch

Nintendo 64 that mean the nigga blitz

Mean that I murder it like Brotha Lynch

But I’m out of body with my brother Godi

We Illuminati, you illiterate

We just caught a body, we just caught a glimpse