Driven - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Damien Quinn]

This is what you created, we livin' frustrated

From being so hated but you still couldn't fade it

We're taken by a force, I'll cut you in fours

Feel no remorse for your corpse, I'll fuck your body of course

What's the source of my mentals? They're trapped in instrumentals

That are so fuckin' dark, it's beyond experimental

You be so judgmental, if you see what I envision

Decisions of makin' incisions in our competition

What you bitchin' about? Why you always run your mouth?

You can catch me at the crib, it's on the left, the last house

Yeah, I'm fucking 'bout it, who wanna doubt it?

Put a shotgun to your face and I make you eat a bullet

Why? 'Cause you deserve it, you probably choke on dick

You think I give a shit about your rap career bitch

This is for the kids who can't be ignored

The kids who live and die for Horrorcore

All I see is death around me, all I seem to need is you

We only got one chance, time's ticking, all I seem to need is you

Yo, I am so paranoid that I cannot breathe

I stand up for the kids that are just like me

We give a fuck what you think that we need to be

I'm gettin' sick of the names, come and fuck with me

You wanna label all of us as some fuckin' freaks

Well then, take some fucking time to understand us at least

Instead of lookin at us like we're just some fucked up disease

You motherfuckers never took the time

To try to believe that maybe, we have no hope and nothing's left

We live in this world constantly depressed

Now I don't mean to point fingers but may I suggest

That all you yuppy motherfuckers are the reason for this

I know I be gettin' so pissed over stupid shit like this

That I forget about myself and where I'm going with this

This is the middle ground kids now may I suggest

That we keep it underground, we ain't like the rest

All I see is death around me, all I seem to need is you

We only got one chance, time's ticking, all I seem to need is you