Coffin - Intellectual

[Intro: Pitfall]

Blood, walking Margelias dripping red

Shush, don't make a sound, aim at your head

And I heard that you talking to the feds

Where did your homies go?

Oh wait, they're dead

Haha, living life in a nightmare

Heard you got something to say, so I'm right there

I rock the Ricky with white hair

Flip down the T7, I know they're somewhere

Stop talking, start walking

SCAR-17, put the barrel through your noggin

Bitch, I'm in a graveyard, I'm a pick a coffin

Proceed with caution, wait the money's calling

Incoming call from: The money

Do not test me, shoot your center mass, where your vest be?

I'm poppin' pills but I'm scarеd just to test these

Drugs in thе envelope, I'm a accept these

Everyday, I tell myself not to do that

Can't take it, I'm back on the Prozac

Fuck all these mans, where my bros at?

If you keep it up, turn you into a doormat

What do I do when I can't walk anymore?

What can I do when I can't trust anyone?

What do I do if I don't trust anyone?

Tear me apart, put my pieces in the dark, yeah

Put my body in the dust, yeah, yeah, yeah

Rackets on rackets, we make it impossible

Ridin' with you, but I don't like your attitude

You piss me off 'cause you don't got no manners, lil' bro

And at least I can't see you, the [?], thats my luck

Oh my god, not again, yeah, my nose full of salt-

God, not again, yeah, my nose full of-