Came2Kill - Intellectual

[Verse 1] (A-Game)

Yo, I'm about to go and hit the lights, you bet I'll flip on the killswitch

I ain't Drake, but things can go from 0 to 100 real quick

Boy, I been a monster, what you know about this ill shit

I been doin' this shit since a pre-teen and I'm still wit' it

Still killin' tracks, back to back, that's a fact

This ain't 7/11, but you can bet my music gas

All them fuckin' faggot raps you did, I threw 'em in the trash

You can catch an ass whoopin' how you want it, blue or black?

I can serve 'em like Burger King go and have it your way

Thought that you was big and bad 'til your whole family mourning

You don't wanna beef, you sweet as a strawberry shortcake

Yeah my name it be A-Game, but I ain't about horseplay

I'm on that Raptile Shit, you in the background, bitch

I'm the serpent, you the rat, and you a snack now, bitch

I don't like to get messy, but we can clack, POW shit

Then take your body to the Gulf and put your ass down in

[Chorus] (A-Game)

They think they know about me, til I snap and kill

Somebody just for fun, I love the rush it is a thrill

I Came2Kill, Came2Kill, A-Game mainly Came2Kill

They think they gon' survive, I laughed so hard I fuckin' cried

The Raptile caught these rats, and now they 'bout to die

I Came2Kill, Came2Kill, A-Game mainly Came2Kill

[Verse 2A] (LyrikaL)

I got a squad of killas with me, who wanna move first?

I'm bout to show you mothafuckas what it means to be cursed

And I don't stop for nothin' 'til someone's in a hearse

So you better get to prayin' cause it's only gettin' worse

But oh, I forgot, you supposed to be the crazy one

Psycho motherfucker 'cause your baby mother gave me some

The last words you speak will be the last thing you breathe

And my loaded .45 will be the last thing you see, cause it's me

[Verse 2B] (A-Game)

A-G-A-M to the E, up on that psycho shit

My mind was A-OK, but I just had to get the knife again

Sleep gave me the heater, let it bang, you'll see me smilin'

And LyrikaL, he got the .45 to blow your mind to bits

I ain't with the triflin' it's likely you ain't dyin' quick

I like to take my time with it, you swine get sliced to tiny bits

Then serve 'em up like bacon strips, my kitchen I'll be dinin' in

We be off our rockers, it'd be best if you ain't tryin' shit

[Chorus]

[Verse 3A] (ThaMissinLink)

My point of view, is of you viewed in a room that's secluded

In two sticks, nobody even knew exist

In the cellar where the elves are too crippled

Any fella in the room, next couldn't hear a ripple of

Your screams if you tried, you see this gleam up in my eye?

Sayin' that you need to die, your god is reaching from the sky

But I'm pulling you down, to be my torture porn slave

Til you off yourself when nobody else around

[Verse 3B] (A-Game)

And since nobody else around, you ain't gettin' found

It's me and you forever baby, how I'm gettin' down

I'm a Make U Mine, and say that Geno made me do it

I'm a loose cannon, it ain't gon' take much for me to lose it

So get back inside my basement 'fore my cannon get to shootin'

This ain't cameras baby, when you see this flash your life you'll lose it

So just spread them legs like butter, and let me get in between

You'll be my sex slave before, during, and after you decease