Collapse - Intellectual

[Intro]

Like a fuckin' act of terrorism, I said, "Fuck it," killed my therapist, why?

'Cause she said I'm embarrassing

Pistol to my larynx, I'm prepared for the end

I cock it back and squeeze this shit, I think that you get the gist

Already know I'm not missed, my mind was all on the fence

Decision made incisions to my wrist, I'm losing the rhythm of living

If I fucking said it, then goddamn it, I meant it

And now I'm giving it up, I'm giving it up, my life is a prison

And you can bet your bottom dollar that I'm losing my shit

And you can bet your bottom dollar that this pistol will end it

I got a dead ledger, forgettable, sever the razor's edge of malevolence

Seeker or reverend, ankles to bed ends another rope

Be my end of coping, pray that I choke, hoke the poke

Piff smoke, another roll, I'm on go, pistol, uh oh

Bang, blow my brains on the floor

Aim couture, branded thirty's

Dirty from the fucking feet up

You can bet I'm the bleeding seed, 'cause I got Jesus hanging by his motherfucking feet now, bitch

Go ahead and just drop that diss

And I will murder all you rappers with the flick of my wrist, shit

Fuck it all now, yeah, fuck 'em all

We all fall down, yeah, we all fall

Kill 'em all now, yeah, fuck it all