Jerma’s Rap God

Yeah, yeah
Ayo, Jerma, it's time
It's time, Jerma (aight, Jerma, begin)
Straight out the Quandale dungeons of rap

The rat drops deep as does my love
I never LORE, 'cause to LORE is the Jerma of truelove
Beyond the walls of Rap, life is defined
I think of Jerma when I'm in a Jerma state of mind

Hope the dove got some foxglove
My glove don't like no dirty belove
Run up to the shove and get the truelove

In a Jerma state of mind
What more could you ask for? The Dingle rat?
You complain about Jerma
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the caveat

I'm rappin' to the Rap
And I'm gonna move your tap

Jerma, Sponge, Goofy ahh, like a shoe
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a view

I can't take the Jerma, can't take the money
I woulda tried to JERMA I guess I got no bunny

I'm rappin' to the tap
And I'm gonna move your Rap

Yea, yaz, in a Jerma state of mind

When I was young my Jerma had an at
I waz kicked out without no bat
I never thought I'd see that hat
Ain't a soul alive that could take my Jerma's caveat

An Uncle productions cat is quite the bat

Thinking of Jerma. Yaz, thinking of Jerma (Jerma)