Back From Tha Dead - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Taken off the mothafuckin' set)

Runnin' high, leave some resin, killin' them off, I keep them guessin'

Murder them all and teach a lesson, grab a clip, a smith and wesson

Every kill, I count my blessin, all the lames, i keep on pressin

Bullet holes, ain't no testin, bring the pain, no confession

Out the motherfuckin cut, grind your bones into a blunt

Load a clip, pull the hammer, feel the motherfuckin' thump

10-4, bitch killa never trippin on the hunt

Smoke up all up in the hut, Doomshop don't give a fuck

Your all outta luck, hid your body in the trunk

Got this 9 fuckin tucked, never runnin' outta luck

Been ready since the jump, drown in fire, locked in cuffs

Mandatory overkill, death ain't enough

So I'm back from the dead, motherfuckers takin' led

Thought I said that I'm comin' out for your fuckin' head

Chains and body parts, locked up in my wooden shed

Lay you out with a gat, now your motherfuckin dead

I'm a murderer that's comin out at night

Talkin shit but too scared to fight

Headshot through a scope, in my sights

At my prime, at the height

Fuck a bitch, I'm all good, I'm aight

Got my game and my blunt super tight

Smoke out feeling high

To the grave

Roll away

Say goodbye

All you hoes talking shit, gotta die on this earth

Been cursed, since the motherfuckin birth

Dont be mad, dont be hurt, bullet holes through ya shirt

Six feet deep in the dirt, doin' motherfuckin' work

While you bitches go to church, on the net, you can lurk

Face to face, you'll get murked, you ain't strapped, using nerf

Drown in blood, gotta surf, face the death you deserve