professionals - Intellectual

[Intro: Pitfall]

Thank God, I made it into the light

I think I'm safe in the light

You've got to get me out of here

(Z-Z-Zeroworld)

Feels good to be back

Feeling homicidal

Jacket hollow point inside the mag, it hit his vitals

And you don't need to know my fucking name, you know my titles

And all these other rappers, they below me like disciples

'Cause I'm a pill popper, showstopper

Mincemeat, we gon' turn him to a Whopper

Big shopper, bullets made of copper

Couple hundred yards, check the wind, don't need a spotter

Bitch steppin' in, I'm solo

How many shots to paint a picture? Well, I don't know

Well I'ma take as many shots as I need to

One round, it'll be your last, I guarantee you

You know who the fuck to call if you need professionals

Fifty racks, lil' bitch, that's a comma, not a decimal

And where the fuck the body? Burn it up like pyrotechnical

Now we go turn it technical, I feel incredible

I can't stand it, why are you in love?

I can't tell, won't somebody help?

Who are you?

I leave him sleeping with a blade

Yeah, I feel like stone, but this ain't no diamond brigade

I ain't fucking with him, I shoot his ass up like a bidet

I leave my doors unlocked, I don't need no barricade

Got a habit talking down, I think I'll put 'em in a grave

Think I'll put 'em in a grave, don't even know what to say

700k fuckers, you bitches won't stop calling brave

Think I might just start a rave, bitch, I think I'm doing great

Yeah, I can't even hear you 'cause, bitch, I'm living in a cave

What's it like being like that?

Bitch, did you even think when you typed that?

If you send that shit my way, I send it right back

And, bitch, I keep an AR and ain't no eyepatch

I put it all twice over, what am I supposed to do?

Yeah, I'm telling all the info, I put disclosure in you

Ain't a Christian, you don't listen

Turn now, you will never see the vision