ROADKILL - Intellectual

[Intro]

Just breathe in

Gonna kill you

Bitch

Fuckin' whore

Crouched down in the bushes outside your house let’s see what you 'bout

All that running of your mouth

Talk is cheap so time's ticking out

Busting right in the door

Don’t need no C4

My foot should implore enough force

For Task Force to duck and cover and hit the floor

Raw smell of a carcass

Polluting my nostrils

But now I feel heartless

Tip-toeing on the wood floor

Pussy boy you don't want war

Busting the door of the basement

I'll run it straight down

Shells hit the floor

Let me get the fuck down

Pussy getting up now

Owe it three slugs to the front of his tummy

Told me "no top" but his face's looking fucked

Told him keep acting tough

This was his luck

I told her don't trust me

Instead she would love me

She fell in my arms and she keep tryna hug me, but still

This place isn't safe, and still

What I did wasn't great, but

I can't change that and fuck it

It doesn’t really matter anyways, but, aye

Yeah I’ll always be that weird kid

Yeah I'll always fucking steal shit

Yeah I’d rather sit by myself cause you're all just so fucking lame

You'd rather chase all the chain checks

Two fucking fuckers, don't fail

I don’t know why you can't just be normal

Just put a fucking bullet in your brain

You are fucking lame

You are the fucking same as everyone else

You're just another fucking sheep in the fucking herd, bitch