Ayo another one!!! My name's Scarry Terry ya all watch out 👀👀 This song man I was fed up from all the stuff going on in my life so let them all know not to try me! Not to play with me! Them songs are always like the Jordan MIDs, my song are always like the HIGHS. So this goes out to the trappers who think they rap, they be doing nothing at all. Imma leave the lyrics down below for everyone go check them out. If you want to contact me, message me on this App and then we can talk via e mail or Instagram. Appreciate all the support ya all 🔥🌟💪🏽👑💥 The Prophet 👁️✝️🌟🐐 God bless 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽✝️✝️✝️ Serious Cappers, Delicious trappers Mmm food, rip to the Goat Doooom u not big I have to Zoom I think u fell, I heard a Bloom Gold Rush in the saloon They trynna blow like boom Like dynamite, I am their kryptonite Learn how to flow like Neile, There's is no drip all Nike, Tik Tok is really a spike, Rented Foreign, you own a bike When I seek u hide I am Jack the reaper with the knife Materialistic, hope less life, God first that's a lie Your 100 btches by your side Add up their Iq and the temperature rises up to five Ur voice almost brothered ur autotune's AI Say Goodbye Had u ever really thought u rhyme? Well u can try, next to God cause it is time to fly U fake rappers run like a Chevy I AM SCARY TERRY  Murder with envy This tale wont be a fairy My hand is weary All the heads that i carry Shoot the 3 Jason Terry Even when it's blury Here's Charon with his Ferry All seats are empty Take this coin and u ready If he asks Tell him the Prophet Send me In python we used to run loops Kinda like your tracks, kinda like your roots Big fat stacks and racks u have the blow up soup 10 words, few thots, no thoughts, airsoft glocks, ghetto mocks, designer clothes, Rented homes, Let the thurth arise I am Sherlock Holmes, I hate the industry and it's clones Ya all nothing without phones Round pearls in the size of Stones Diamonds hard like bones U are not from the hood you trolls To succeed u need some traffic cones Pre paved roads Not made for Heavy loads I am a music bank ya all taking loans Getting Green yeah mow the lawn You got 3 features but I am alone Pitty pictures, shifty creatures I cant relate to some made up heaters A new are music Hitlers Man we are your teachers Always can spot some cheaters When we sing we preachers In your mud, my songs are bleachers Get in the billhook as we are slimmy reapers U fake rappers run like a Chevy I AM SCARY TERRY  Murder with envy This tale wont be a fairy My hand is weary All the heads that i carry Shoot the 3 Jason Terry Even when it's blury Here's Charon with his Ferry All seats are empty Take this coin and u ready If he asks Tell him the Prophet Send me