Dark Cloud - Intellectual

[Intro]

Yeah mane, play me some of that chronic shit…

Triple six candle drawn let me grab my silencer

Walkin' over dead bodies sprawled on the back porch

Lost in the mist why not play in the fog

Handing me her soul through the trap house door

Playing on my conscience is the evil which I'm ridden

This a cry for help, while nobody listen

Church bells gong as the blood starts dripping

When the innocent die white chalk hit the ceiling

From your head to your knees I'm finna break ya hoe

It's a Texas thang, еvery thang is chopped and slow

I been singing with the dеad, no coco

Paint my face and hit a lick and blast them with that forty four

Dumping a witness I'm killing these bitches

I pray to my god that I get his forgiveness

Been dead to the world but I'm back on a M

And I'll do it again and again and again

What's up mane, they ain't wanna Siren killing for down under

Rolling with Ill $ilva dawg, shoutout to my niggas dawg, aye

Damn that was heavy mane

Siren and $ilva you know we had to chop it up

Let me bounce back

Dope sick for bitch that will never get to play house

Pay out, is a pure soul which I take now

Asian chopsticks order me some take out

I just wanna eat flesh I don't give a fuck how

Rag over ya face, imma make a bitch pass out

Wake up on a table with her body parts quartered out

Graveyard stay hard know I'm the devils child

Drag you straight to Hell as I gut you for your insides

Bitch…