SLAUGHTER MEAT. - Intellectual

[Chorus: IssueHigh] x2

Niggas wanna play with the GB

But he just want that skrilla

Hating on that boy

I know for sure they ain’t seen nothing realer

Aye! Need a genie from a bottle

I just wanna go and fuck on a model

Breaking limitations like a debacle

Playing with me nigga, we got a squabble

[Verse 1: IssueHigh]

Chop you up if you playing with bread

Just like you slaughter meat

Torture all you bitch ass Niggas and clog your arteries, Uhh, Haters watching to see how just you really living though

I had to take a shit ton of L’s to get this winners flow

Spray can finally hitting the pavement

Put in work overtime I’m the greatest

They should call me the lyrical banksy

Flowing on every beat call it AG

So conceited I just wanna thank me

Time is money I see all the drippy clocks

Got a key in your head and it’s getting locked if you act up then you getting knocked

They put holes In your body like Swiss cheese she keep running her mouth tell her bitch please

Fell down many times with skinned knees

That’s why I won’t stop how I’m living hoe

Father stuck in a can eating murder burgers

In the streets while I eat suicide fries

Old heads overdosing on painkillers

Gotta get out the hood shooting for the skies

I realized that the pain realer wanna play me but I’m the wrong nigga

Love you for the money a gold digger

Loving you for the money a gold digger

Graffiti Boy leaving your body in Illinois

Algonquin or the Iroquois you a broke boy and you feeling joy

American Graffiti I’m feeling to conceited

My art’s like vandalism when I rhyme it’s like I cheated

I just waited my turn now I let that shit burn

Demarcus flowing as GB all these niggas concerned

Uhh shout out my nigga earn its time to teach you niggas so you need to sit and learn

This is the learning curve I need to straighten you out

Just let me straighten you out

I need to straighten you out

Just let me straighten you out

I need to straighten you out

Just let me straighten you out and see what it is about

[Verse 2: JaySpizzyy]

You get sprayed up like graffiti

Butching Niggas like slaughter meat

Selling rappers to the industry

Cutting niggas on a killing spree

Bitch I been a boss and I been a beast

Talking hot niggas get deceased

Niggas want beef cause I’m getting cheese

So I pop niggas like bacon grease

See a lot of girls wanna take mine

See you bitches at the finish line

Nowadays bitches passed up and they gassed up nigga number nine

Flows sour like lemon lime

Slaughter rappers for my dinner time

And I’m on the grind for them dollar signs

If you touch mine that’s a land mime

I’m American with a different flow took some before I got that flow got my bed in the studio

SOB for the new borough when they mention spizzyy name they can’t find nothing realer way he killing all these features they can’t find no one iller

See these rappers all around me and they wearing Casilla

Spray graffiti with my boys like we fucking art dealers man