Trinity - Intellectual

[Intro: MG Java and Slash!]

(Hey Slash!)

(What the fuck?)

7.62's hittin' hard

Put 'em all in my AR

Bullets take your brain apart

Like JFK ridin' in his car

Where you think you're goin' boy?

I'ma shoot like I'm T. Roy

I gave my son a Glock for Christmas like it was a toy

Y'all ain't ever hittin' me

I stay in your vicinity

Them bullets, they infinity

Give you a disability

You ain't ever spinnin' me

There is no possibility

That RPG blow his brains out like it's Trinity

You don't need your damn skull

Breakin' both your ankles

My gun shoot out 5.56

It break your hippocampal

Move around your organs

Changin' your proportions

I'll hit you in the stomach like you got an abortion

These bullets I deliver givin' pain like maternal

Hit you in the liver and I'll make you infertilе

Extremities get sеvered and your face is turnin' purple

Your blood will make a river and your body geothermal

Thousand rounds into your heart

I'ma break your legs apart

Snap that shit like Kit Kat bars

I'ma Pop you like some Tarts

Blood so cold just like my wrist

Bullets hot like spicy chips

Both your wrists, they gon' be slit

I'ma hurt you, you get the gist

I'll donate bands to charity

These diamonds, so much clarity

Rockets hurt you terribly

I own this block, you share with me

Hope you have a nice Christmas

Your mom will have a white Christmas

I'm gonna put you on my hit list

On my wrist, this ice glistens