War - Intellectual

[Intro]

Run, run, run, run

Run, run

[Verse 1]

Going to war

I’m going to war

I’m going to war!

Mr. Night, get the fuck out my sight

Moon Knight, I’m about to ignite

Bright light with a whole lotta fight (fight, fight)

Dumb sphere will learn to feel fear

[Chorus]

Gonna kill the Moon

It’s what I gotta do

Mr. Moon fuck you

Gonna kill the Moon

I’m out here startin’ a war

Gonna kill the Moon

‘Bout time that we settle the score

It’s what I gotta do

How many guns? Well, I think I got four

Mr. Moon fuck you

Hey y’all, the Moon is a whore

[Bridge]

Run, run, run, run

Gun, gun, gun, gun

Run, run, run, run, run

[Verse 2]

I have ridiculous ammunition

And I am on a real mission

The Moon will stop all of that bitchin’

Time to replace that bitch with the Sun

Gonna kill the Moon

You know that is what I got to do

Big boom until justice is through

You’re not Batman, you’re the white twink from Twilight

You’re the white guy from The Office, you’rе name’s Dwight

One big bomb, gonna make that bitch gonе

'Cause I’m gonna send this creation back to God

'Cause I’m fuckin’ couches like my name is Vance

Pack a nuke in my pants, it’s no dance

Imma kill the Moon

[Chorus]

Gonna kill the Moon

It’s what I gotta do

Mr. Moon fuck you

Gonna kill the Moon

I’m out here startin’ a war

Gonna kill the Moon

‘Bout time that we settle the score

It’s what I gotta do

How many guns? Well, I think I got four

Mr. Moon fuck you

Whore

[Verse 3]

Yeah, I be moon slayin’

No, I’m not playin’

Fuckin' it up, you know what I’m sayin'?

Movin', on your body I’ll be groovin’

Boomin’ you won’t even know what I’m doin’

I’m a moon slayer, big time player

Built it up, yeah, a layer by layer

I’m a mad kid, good town

Mr. Gorbachev, let’s tear the Moon down

Imma kill the Moon

I’m split, and your head will be next man

James McAvoy, you know I’m a sex man

Nuclear bomb inside my pants and

The Moon don’t care, from up there we look like ants man

Not Paul Rudd, but I think you got the dud, 'cause I

Wake up and I say, “the Concorde will fly into the Moon”

This’ll be your doom, but call me Dr. Womb, because I’m gonna

Fuck you with my Hank Pym pink particle pussy (yuh)

[Bridge]

Kill the Moon

Gonna, gonna kill the Moon

[Verse 4]

I’m a moon slayer

I’m a big player

Yeah, this moon’s a layup

Real, and bitch I’m Shaquille O’neal

Turn on the radio, I think there’s a flood

Leave you a moon-shaped pool of blood

You may have eight phases by I have four pieces

Collecting these guns like they Slender’s eight pages

[Chorus]

Gonna kill the Moon (blood moon)

It’s what I gotta do (blood moon)

Mr. Moon fuck you (blood moon)

Gonna kill the Moon

I’m out here startin’ a war

Gonna kill the Moon

‘Bout time that we settle the score

It’s what I gotta do

How many guns? Well, I think I got four

Mr. Moon fuck you

Hey y’all, the Moon is still a whore

Gonna kill the Moon

It’s what I gotta do

Mr. Moon fuck you!

*Gunshot*