Ignorant Design - Intellectual

[Intro]

I'm not exactly sure why white rappers

Are such a hot commoditity in my interviews

Look, man... some white rappers are good...

But just like most rappers...

Most white rappers SUCK!

Ayo

[Verse 1]

Mister Mister M. dot, L. dot

Used to sell pot

Now I send my merchandise into your mailbox

D. dot, I. dot Y. dot

I get up on the stage and keep it thumpin'

Every second of my time slot

Back in high school

I used to keep my eyes locked

And focused on my notebook

Long verses, no hooks

I wasn't rappin' cuz I loved it

But I was so bored during classes

I said "Fuck it!"

And did it just to occupy the time

Lunchroom battles, I would drop the livest line

And slaughter 99

Percent of any rappers in the school district

This is a fact

Before I EVER heard Eminem rap

I was makin' 4-track tapes

With rebellin' approach

Then I'd go around school tellin' everyone they're dope and to buy 'em

5 bucks a pop, see you later

Sold a hundred copies and I bought a five thousand dollar blazer

I'm sick and tired of always lookin' at you

It makes me turn blue

Then when they taste every drop I bleed

In the eyes of the souls I feed

So bring it back, come on

I'm sick and tired of always lookin' at you

It make me turn blue

Without a push, I'll be diggin' in your mind

Come get youself a taste of my ignorant design, yeah

(Hello Kansas City) (whaddup)

And everyone else in America (Welcome to Love Potion 5, fool!) (This iiiiiiiiiiiis)(two sides, two EPs) (5!) COME ON!

[Verse 2]

Why is everyone obsessed with the 80s

Retro act of rappers dressed like the ladies

In hot pink jumpsuits, rappin' real soft

Like they want a little COCKMEAT lunch, too 1, 2

Everybody asks what I think about Asher Roth

I tell 'em, "I don't think about Asher Roth"

I gotta pedal my foot

I gotta grind 24/7 till my friggin credit is good

And I just paid my bill to Wachovia Bank

I bought a washcloth, scrubbed out the mold from the sink

I'd like to thank every Black Clover fan

I'd like to thank myself

Cuz I'm the man and I can't even get a tan

I'm too pasty!

Criminally slept on like friggin' Cowell Bastien

None of yall can ever outspace me

I'll squash you all into pencil-dick midgets

And give a little praise to the triple six digits

Dig it, zig it, zag it, zig-zaggler

Jagged little pill

Batter rhythm, caterpillar hill

Tryna cataclysm up

Bitch, I'll roll up on your crew

In a caterpillar truck

This gat'll peel a puck-

Sized round up in your crown

And you'll be found upside down in my town

K. dot, C.dot, Bitch Ass! (Bitches!!!)

I'm buzzin' like a victor

Jason Jeremy Laslow on SlimFast, come on!

I'm sick and tired of always lookin' at you

It makes me turn blue

Then when they taste every drop I bleed

In the eyes of the souls I feed

So bring it back, come on

I'm sick and tired of always lookin' at you

It make me turn blue

Without a push, I'll be diggin' in your mind

Come get youself a taste of my ignorant design, yeah

I'm sick and tired of always lookin' at you

It makes me turn blue

Then when they taste every drop I bleed

In the eyes of the souls I feed

So bring it back, come on

I'm sick and tired of always lookin' at you

It make me turn blue

Without a push, I'll be diggin' in your mind

Come get youself a taste of my ignorant design, yeah