Jigsaw - Intellectual

[Intro]

Do you wanna play a game?

(Put you in a body bag and sign it with my auto–)

(Put you in a body bag and sign it with my autograph–)

(Put you in a body bag, sign it with my auto–)

I put these bitches in a trap, pig mask on, stalkin' now there's no escape

Live or die, make a choice, wanna play a game?

Clock's tickin', final minutes, 'bouta push you to your limit

Boy you crossed the wrong one, now I'm comin' for my vengeance

Little Revive, bitch I'm the Reaper when I set your final breath

Everybody tried to stop me but that shit has no effect

I'm a creature feature, Satan tried to kill me but he bled

I'll just keep on coming back like a zombie, I'll resurrect

Stackin' all these digits, like bodies

You on my dick, get a hobby

I made some 'mils then I pivot to brand new visions, I'm spawning

The mask on like Halloween, all my haters can swallow me

Always obsessin' 'bout my life, that's fuckin' sad how they follow me

Fuck the fame, fuck the clout, I don't want it

They love the way my music sound, it's so demonic

All these people wanted fame, always lookin' so robotic

That's the reason why I keep this shit chaotic

And I'ma rise even if I die, mark my words

And I'ma climb six feet, crawlin' out of the dirt

I'm takin' souls they are mine, you know I let 'em burn

And when I come out from the grave

I'll get my scythe and put these bitches in a trap

Pig mask on, stalkin' now theres no escape

Live or die, make a choice, wanna play a game?

Clock's tickin', final minutes, 'bouta push you to your limit

Boy you cross the wrong one, now I'm comin' for my vengeance

(Put you in a body bag and sign it with my autograph–)

(Put you in a body bag, sign it with my auto–)

(Put you in a body bag, sign it with my autograph–)