We Cumin For U - Intellectual

[Hook]

I'm comin' for you

I know you wish I was dead form the shit I be makin' up

Reality's nightmare, dead men don't wake up

In and out 'cha mind, flatline, straight up through the darkness

I'm heartless and regardless, the wicketness, I'ma spark dis

Now let me kick the wicket shit that got me paid bitch

Triple six, the unholy, back up boy you don't know me

I'll slit ya fuckin' thoat plus the murder I wrote

Daddy will blast for me, wicket catastrophy

Whenever I scribble my name on the wall in grafitti

I take from the rich and I gives to the needy

Punks don't know my steelo man I rock up a kilo

My understandin' is zero plus I'm no super hero

You say you want a revolution, well bitch

A young nigga sittin on ammo plus I'm rich

The fallen angel strangled several

N-A-T-A-S got federal

Fuck the radio and public broadcastin'

Timothy McVeigh need to be wrapped in plastic

Shoot you in yo face for my mothafuckin' respect

Judgement Day in my god damn tape deck

I'm comin' for you

I'm the wicketest demon

Ever bless the microphone

As I spit this curse

I watch ya brain burst, it gets worse

Nigga what the fuck you thought?

For murder raps, ghost writers never get caught

Can't understand the spell I cast to the mass

I make a young nigga blast if I give 'em the task

I got mass hysteria in America

And in your area, I'm bringin' the terror

On devil's night, I'ma watch ya city burn

I'm comin' for you