SURGICAL PROCEDURE - Intellectual

[Intro: J. Robert Oppenheimer]

We knew the world would not be the same

Few people laughed, few people cried

Most people were silent

So much blood everywhere

takizava spilled your fucking blood, bitch

Ten bands in a day, I'm that motherfucker (Bleh)

If my problems were a bitch, I'd fuckin' uppercut her (Ayy)

Y'all some stupid motherfuckers, going dumb and dumber (Huh)

You can tell I'm fuckin' sick (Ahh)

Look in my eyes

I can't feel at all, I'm on fuckin' Benadryl

Used to havе some friends and then I mothеrfuckin' blew it all

Had a bad bitch, then she fuckin' blew me off

I cannot think, motherfucker, I've been through it all

I cannot sleep, I cannot rest

There's something in my head, it wants me fucking dead

I got bullets in my basement, bullets for my head

Everyday I'm fuckin' wakin' up, I'm wishin' I was— (Dead; Take you to the morgue)

Take you to the morgue, you ain't coming back

I'm a sick fuck, don't know how to act

Surgical procedure up inside your back

I'm a sick fuck, don't know how to act

I'ma leave your brains out, leave you down on the carpet

I'ma leave your brains out, that shit ain't gon' stop

I'ma kill myself, I want it to stop

I'ma kill myself, I want it—

Something isn't right, something isn't right

Memories I miss everyday, it all just feels so right

Something isn't right, something isn't right

Something's in my head and it's so wrong

Something isn't right, something isn't right

Memories I miss everyday, it all just feels so right

Something isn't right, something isn't right

Something's in my head and it's so wrong

Now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds

I suppose we all thought that, one way or another