GODZILLA - Intellectual

[Intro]

Crack that motherfuckin' whip

[Verse 1: Meth Mouth]

Punk bitch, give me dumb brain

Might slip on the one way

China White at a show, ho

Horsepower like a Mustang

Wock sip on a Sunday

Bow to me like I'm Sun Tzu

She gon' do what my son say

And she be busting my guns, too

I get to picking the lock

Gimme the walk, going and running in

Bust and the heater go pop

Right at your top, but I'm not sonning 'em

Not gonna speak to the cops

Bleeding a lot, jugular bubbling

Let off a couple of rounds

Fuck with the clowns, Freewill be coming in

[Verse 2: Mage Mortician]

Cut up your door like American Psycho

Smuggle the dope, it get sent in a Bible

I finna creep with the tech and the rifle

I cannot sleep, I'm dependent on NyQuil

This is the plot, buried them all like Waco

Walk through the mall with a Draco

I'm putting one in his halo

Bitch where the fuck did your brains go

I can not chill, I'm on medicine

I had no feeling, it's evident

I'm selling crack in the testaments

I'm selling pills to my therapist

Filled with metal when my pot a banger

I'ma kill the Devil, he my doppelgänger

I be swerving like it's Talladega

Fucking pop a Perky like a Now and Later

[Chorus]

Run 'em down, runnin' up, run 'em down

Hundred mile, hundred state, gun 'em down

Forty clip, caught you slip, what up now

Run 'em down, runnin' up, run 'em down (Run it)

[Verse 3: Violent J]

I like to fuck pussy holes

Tweak out boot up my nose (Skwo)

Get drunk and wild out after shows (Skwo)

Get dusted and peel out my clothes

Boot in your dick, shoot up your clique

This Juggalo leave your whole jugular slit (I do)

It's 'Lo love or no love, not a bit

Reach down throat and pull your scrotum out of it

A bitch ass, you got one

I know 'em when I see 'em, I shot one

I don't mind, I'm on a freak, a hot one

You got a female's ass, but you're not one

And a bop gun goes bop bop

Head blows spaghetti, pop pop

Slop drop like wet confetti

Fell the fuck off, Marty Jannetty

With a fat hottie, stolen Bugatti

Stretch out their neden like yoga pilate

I'm Beelzebub, scrub, mad 'luminati

Me, your boo, and your mama, sex party

I don't love these hoes, fuck Cupid

You don't like that, yo? I'm loopy

I get flooby, I'm a rock star

Bust in my mouth, Suge and Pac's car

Whoop, a tasket a tisket

Hot as your girl, got my paint on her biscuit

Why is my rubber still stuck up her neden?

I'm sorry you found that shit night of your weddin'

I cause Armageddon, big fun

A guttin' or beheadin', pick one

And don't try to run, 'cause I'm quick, son

Bullet through your spine, snip, done

[Verse 4: Esham]

Look at me, fuck with me, money be stuck to me

I'm pretty sure it's gon' get ugly

They all was dead, paint 'em with red

I don't want your pussy, I just want your head

I'm the mad hatter, blood splatter

Cut the fuckin' chit chatter

Banana clips, I'ma bang on

All you fuckin' orangutans

Chop 'em all up and they bodies will fall to the ground

I don't fuck around, God told me buckle down

You wanna dance with the Devil?

I'ma go and get me a shovel

Dig you a grave, throw you in the earth

With your chains on, looking like a runaway slave

I'm a well-known demon killer

God's right hand, I'm here to save

Wake you up out of your dream

Checkmate, taking your queen

My rhyme is like fentanyl fiends

Hooked when they hear it, they can't keep it clean

Hooked since the first time I spit my first rhyme

You can bust yours, but it's worse when I burst mine

Who want it now?

Chopper hold the hundred rounds

Run 'em down, gun 'em down

'Til they don't make a sound

Break 'em down with the ghost gun glizzy holding an extendo

I'm the el presidente with my arm up out the window like

[Chorus]

Run 'em down, runnin' up, run 'em down

Hundred mile, hundred state, gun 'em down

Forty clip, caught you slip, what up now

Run 'em down, runnin' up, run 'em down (Run it)