EeeK! - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Keef]

Ugh

..yo

Bro we sicker than a ratchet snatch itching

A bunch of rats stealing crackers out a crack kitchen

Blowing scat out my raps nigga, I’m past pissing

I bang bad bitches and slap Christians with hand-fistses

Drink a can of crazy; it puts me on my level

Kissing little blisters off the pussy of the devil

Hello, kitty this fellow silly

Sipping some yellow MD, get that retro feeling

Balanced is the sound of perfect

Like Gwyneth Paltrow surgeons off a pound of purp

Or the ground below the Challenger

Three towers burning; I’m the bomb, power surging

Your waiting for hours to eat you getting salad served

Psycho I might go up to a cow and gerp

Utter madness when your blood is splattered on the shower curtain, bitch

Grandpa -nigga you should be ashamed, bitch

You dumb nigga bitch your bitch-made, you made Bitch

Do not give a fuck like I ain't supposed to

Speaking on another nigga you don’t even know you

Stupid fuck, I guess I got to show you

The very essence of irrelevant, who knows you?

Negative, intelligence you haven’t chose to

Let it in you niggas as vegetables as lettuce is

Ahead of 'em I’ll settle him & sever 'em

And set 'em in the soil, let 'em spoil

Dig 'em up and chop his head again

I’m American

[Verse 2: LeGit]

I plan on leaving my peers all slump, stressing

Their lives I’m tryna take like dumb guesses

Come test 'em and you fail. That’s no question!

There’s no assessment of choice if I’m pressing

Ballpoints in pencils for the session

Or transferring heat to a beat like convection

I’m don’t messing around with you 'yes' men

Or sheep who follow the clowns, no objections

Let’s get rich off bastards, low class men

Who'll use liquor bottles and bags for blunt ashes?

King covers display ass I must have

Full of bad ass sluts who pose with thick lashes

What that bitch got I want my girl to have

While she smiles in a burrow cause the world is sad

I’m going mad as the men as I endure this drag

Trying to last with a fifth when I burn the hash

When you ingest the cattle shit the mind will deactivate

Your realness inside screams 'it’s time to evacuate!'

Leave the brain matter plain after

No change master-slave type mentality

That’s lasting 'till the grave grabs ya (2x)

Not even trying to mess with you cats

I just scavenge through the crumbs with the rest of the rats

Slanging demos on the corner yea I’m selling that crack

So sniff a line from the tracks

That I’m telling you whack bitches to get on

Pump truth serum into ya thick arm

Inform drones in a line, when I’m in form

Microphone position with my fingers that I’m gripping

Just listen to the words that I’m kicking to the idjum

[Verse 3: Keef]

Killer Keef killing sheep, I’m here to fill your meter

I’ve got a speaker for a penis would you like to meet her?

Beat her, pass the hatchet off to Butcher Peter

Pass average, a gas canister full of ether!

Fuck what you thought, I’m an animola

Camel Crush and a can of soda - hand it over

Chop heads and take trophies

I hate rolling cop pipes and bake opiates