Killer - Intellectual

[Intro]

Pennywise, yes, meet Georgie

Georgie, meet Pennywise

Now, we aren't strangers

Are we?

Ah ah

Yeah

Guess who?

[Verse 1: RBD]

RBD's the new villain

Loose, and I'm chillin' in the booth

And I'm killin'

Punches got your tooth in the ceiling

This is proof that I'm still in this bitch

Truth that was hidden

Witness the fruit that's forbidden

The sickness

You go chew penicillin

Chale the way the song dey go ebe like Atilla part two

These muhfuckas still in awe

But I'm finna kill 'em all too

I'm finna call Cuе

Chale when we hit 'еm up

Ego be cinema, dude

Drill 'em through rap when I slaughter

You goin' overboard

If that is your M.O., b, dick around —

And get capped — in the water with a harpoon

Bitch, I ain't tryna sell a dream

Took a fall but it's time to get up

Each line is set up perfectly

Each rhyme is clever

I cut off some niggas

And I ain't regret a fucking thing

See all the luck it brings when corrupted links die and ties are severed

This line's for Stella

She nodey fit tell if I dey try get uhh...head

Or I dey try behead am

[Hook: RBD]

Wicked! Wicked!

Gonna make you niggas wanna quit this

Cryptic! Cryptic!

Gonna be a goner when you get this

Business! Business!

This game we dey run am with the quickness

Litness! Litness!

You go fit be fire but nobody go fit this

Killer

[Verse 2: RBD]

RBD's back from prison

Back with a vision

Chale I never go slack on a mission (Go time!)

Lyrics are attracting division (Oh my!)

Niggas steady trackin' the pidgin (So fly!)

Think it's easy like you're trappin' a pigeon?

(Bro, try!)

But your disses are lackin' precision

You can diss a peer

But chale make you never attack a magician

Fuck all the tracks you made!

This track you dey listen be Rak, Em, Jay

And Pac in addition

The lyrics are crack in the kitchen

The recipe's calculated like a mathematician

When Rudy evaced the grave he stayed intact

You hate the fact that I've risen

Ma rap's insane

Colourful

Even these bars are light — passed in a prism

Niggas be fuckin' with Rude

Chale tell 'em all they fuckin' with who?

(Atilla!)

Niggas be fuckin' with Rude

Better tell 'em all they fuckin' with who?

(A killer!)

Now they got nothing to do

Abi you barb, got 'em stuck in the booth

And producin' nothing like a duck and a goose

Make you no dey do like you got something to prove

Bitch