Mike Ikes - Intellectual

[Intro]

DJ HURTLOCKER, level your city to the ground

I have Bathsheba syndrome

Eatin' fifty milli-Trams ’cause they look like Mike Ikes

I had two close calls, the Black Rabbit's three strikes

I don't wave my white flag, I zero my iron sights

The proof’s in the prescription, they slurred my last rites

Eatin' fifty milli-Trams, boy, I slept for five nights

When you're in the big sleep, don't make the same mistake twice

We're swerving in the field, yeah, we're smoking black ice

Just a product of the times, StalkerPlugg zeitgeist

Testing product, railing slugs, I know they pray that it's laced

But when they see me in the flesh, they know to stay out my face

More than a few things in life that gave me unhealthy traits

Waste of skin walking 'round with a nightstick on my waist

Perc’ communion and my plug is John the Baptist

My blood test lookin’ evil from the medical malpractice

On my lonesome raising hell, I'm luring bait, I hope it catches

We’re at each other's necks, it's 'cause we’re just hopeless romantics

It gets weird when we jump bones, she's spooked, I'm just disturbed

I'm a savant with the RCs, an addict and a nerd

I'm not smelling burnt toast, the pills what got me slurred

Yeah, you say you wanna bump heads, but that ain't what I heard

When we're booted, he's like Garth, four-eyed high, and I'm like Wayne

You should meet my brother—, compared to him, I'm a saint

These combat boots will help him in remembering my name

I'm downward spiralling, just me myself and I to blame

A fully fledged humanitarian with a BA in hatred

Your voice floats like a sleepy narcissus on the evening's water

And I am ashore, thinking of drowning