Brains for Dinner - Intellectual

[Intro]

Yuh, don't it get it twisted, man

I do this rap shit for fun, you know?

Real shit, turn my headphones up

I'm from the hood, ooh

Yeah, right there, I need niggas to hear me on this one

I'm from the hood, ooh

Yeah

[Verse 1]

I can make [?] like a quiz

Stack up fronts from the flip

Take the first one, keep it his

Spent the other dub on a trip

Never do dirt with your bare hands, 'cause they dustin' for prints

If anyone witnessed this crime, cut off they tongue and they lips

I appetite for eating rappers, turn to beat the raptures

I turn these creeps to Casper, read my lips

All I speak is chapters

Squeeze and blast 'em, make 'em bleed a bucket

Then I bleach it after

'Cause I got OCD, but I made a neat disaster

Since a kid, I've been sick in the head

I never talked to my peers, I just whispered instead

Head was overflown with thoughts

Sometimes it dripped when I slip

Every morning, shit, my mama thought I pissed in the bed

Nigga, used to be stressed about gettin' no checks

You gotta live till your dead, it's hard gettin' some rest

'Cause I'm hungry, I eat all summer and pray in winters

Seven heads on my fireplace eating your brains for dinner, yeah

[Bridge]

I'm from the hood, ooh

Yeah, look

[Verse 2]

I collect rappers, drag 'em, wrap 'em in the cover

But death is way too easy, nah, I'd rather watch them suffer

Jay said it ain't nothing to kill a nigga

Pop 'em and leave 'em bleeding

But you want something to kill a nigga while he still breathin'

Facts, I talk the truth, they say I'm startin' trouble

I touched so many lives, that shit gave me carpal tunnel

I got tired of punching the clock, that shit scarred my knuckles

And they only judge what you got, my mind dark as tunnels

Cut ties with the same blade I used to slit they throats

Use the same pen I write my raps with

The pen and note to your family sayin'

"It's not your fault," you know, give 'em hope

Then walk right into your way like I didn't know

That's how I treat these rappers

Put on pressure to make 'em give up

My loss is my motivation, 'cause bunny ain't raise a quitter

Yeah, nigga, pain left us as trained killers

It's food for though, nigga, I'm eatin' brains for dinner

[Hook]

Yeah

I'm from the hood, ooh