ANOTHER REALITY - Intellectual

[Intro]

Bad Smith

Off with your head, shank you with a rusty butcher knife

Comin' with that weak shit, you'll lose your motherfuckin' life

Out in a trash bag, to stink like voodoo shit

Leave him to rust, and get ill about the maskets

Makin' another plan, to blast another man

Who crossed us last week, I'm lettin' the nine speak

Actions speak louder than words, I bet you bitch I'll be heard

My name is the Maniac and I'm shootin' more than birds

And that's a proven fact, straight from the Maniac

Two to your dome, I'll guarantee you a memory lapse

And not when I hesitate, to pop a cap and shake

Shank your brain to prove to you, I'm a crazy mane

Crazy as crazy boy, don't play with me like a toy

I literally click, chop you in chunks, like an Almond Joy

With no shame, shootin' that thing, no pain, no fuckin' gain

Holocaust in affect, shankin', heads gotta go

Negro shootin' ass, you'll need a body cask

Hospital [?] to the bed, and watchin' mask

Suffer the fuckin' pain, the Maniac, this shit's out

Ruggage your fuckin' wars, 'cause I ain't gon' take 'em out

Out in a trash bag, to stink like voodoo shit

Leave him to rot, and get ill about the maskets

Fat kids, stupid tricks, dumb ass punk bitch

Fuck with the family, you'll end up in a ditch

The way I see you and your whoop ass, you whoopin' good

Break a few bones, kick him in the face and say, damn I'm good

Like you should, if you could, you'd do the same to me

Y'all niggas can't get none, I roll with the family

Buckshot Productions, them niggas ain't barrin' shit

Them niggas they start shit, with them niggas up in this shit

With the jet black tone, all in your motherfuckin' mug

Pull back the hammer, squeeze the trigger and now we got blood