Be My Slave - Intellectual

[Hook: Lo Key]

Kidnap you walking in the rain

I swear you’ll never be the same

Wish I could trade you all my pain

Duct tape you, make you be my slave

HA HA HA

Make you be my slave

Hoody up, open the garage door

Grab the razor blade hidden in my sock drawer

See a dumb bitch pull up in the four door

Say what up, then I dragged the whore down the corridor

I am horrorcore, Shadowland warrior

Cut you at the core of your vocal cords pourin ya-

Blood from your body like the motherfucking coroner

But ain’t nobody here for you weapin’ and mournin’ ya

Demon possessions, breathin’ and sweatin’

Bleed you to death while I squeeze on the weapon

You don’t know a muthafuckin thing about Lo Key

I choke you slowly till your throat turns green, AH!

Wheezin, gaspin while I’m squeezin, graspin

As I’m screaming at you with a demon mask on

And in the end I guess it’s all about the murderous

Murder shit, slit wrist, corpses and tourniquets

Hey yo, I have a dream that Dr. King wouldn’t be proud of me

I wanna enslave the whole planet and make ‘em bow to me

Fuck your skin color, ethnicity, nationality

Gender, age, race, sexual preference or locality

I’m tryin to get my third Reich on, but not with just the Jews

Slave labor for everybody I don’t pick and choose

Bitch I’m trying to kick my shoes up

While two huge boob sluts feed me plates of grapes on a balcony

But that ain’t, likely to be happening any time soon

So your ass will have to do while my plan gets fine tuned

You wake in a giant electrified barbed wire lined room

With a witch beatin your ass with a flying broom

And then I start to kick and stomp you

And electrocute you by electrocuting myself while I’m pissing on you

And just before I squat over and shit apon you

I use my turtle head to draw Hitler on you right after I

Takin it over

I guess I gotta do the outro talkin

J to the O, Yeah, Lo Key, American Monster