Supreme Wolves - Intellectual

[Intro]

Reel Wolfpack! Reel Wolfpack! Reel Wolfpack!

[Verse 1: Danny Diablo]

Supersonic, Medusa flow, raw powder up your nose

Straight through your veins, poisoned and strange

Led Zeppelin, The Song Remains

Graffiti blaster, obey your master

Metallica, fade to black, attack, Lord of The Rings

Listen closely while the angels sing

Carjack, hatchback, feel the TEC to your neck

Motherfucker, hit the deck

It's Danny Diablo livin' by the gun AKA The Devil's Son

[Verse 2: Swann]

Spit this fire, retire all of your weak rhymes

Crumble you like feta, I'm metaphorically ill-minded

My typе psychopath, here to get thе last laugh

Broad day lurkin', flashin' my gun with no mask

Swann Double N, airin' out my name

Paint the town red, determined, rearrangin' your face

See the caution tape, my surroundings filled with hate

Kill me on the track, I'm leavin' with a filthy taste

T-Dot to NY, you fuckin' with the greatest

It's Wolfpack, Supreme Force, we ain't got no patience

Yeah, it's The Syndicate, rest of y'all are feminine

Jumpin' off the roof, Shawn Michaels, watch me spin a kick

[Chorus]

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[Verse 3: Blizz From Juice]

Yo! Sting you with my Luger, leave you crippled, I'm a narcissist

You better watch, your bitch told me where your apartment is

I'm the reason that your car's a mess, wax bags like McDonald's on the floor, sleeves cut like gothic chicks

Sniff that Miss Elizabeth plus I got this shit

Drop you off the rafters, call that Sting as they were scorpions

She call me Big Poppa Pump, here, my nigga, try these opiates

Call her for a smokin' sesh, then we'll end up with the open legs

Supreme Force, a bunch of Outsiders, we fear no man

Danny and the fam are wildin' on stage like they was Konnan

Slaughter on horseback, sweatin' hogs like I'm Horshack

Hold the sword on my nose and throw The Wolfpack

Don't turn your back, Bigfoot massive, double-gunners

We want the total pack, Disco Inferno

[Chorus]

Reel Wolfpack!

[Verse 4: Insane Poetry]

You see, I'm rollin' with The Wolfpack

West Coast artist that could rap, dope to the fiends like it's good crack

Don't fuck around and get your wig pushed back

When we in the mood, go fuckin' bananas like a rilla, fool

We hella dope, but that's a different fume

Whippin' up out the pot bubblin', the product got 'em rushin' in

Look, bitch, we not about cuddlin', just wildin' out and fuckin' 'em

Cocaine piles got me up again, sniffin', hittin' the snow like Cool Runnings

We bobsleddin', straight fishscale, my palms sweatin'

I'm a nomad, there's no fucks given like no tomorrow

The Wolfpack, salute to my man Danny Diablo

[Verse 5: Resin]

I'm a quiet dude and I'm always in a violent mood

I'll put a bullet right in your head if you try to move

It's The Wolfpack rollin' with Supreme Force

Torture put your body to the test like extreme sports

The touch of death, cut you up until there's nothing left

Sniff a line up your chick's pussy, she so fuckin' wet

Your skull's destroyed, now your whole life is null and void

I open fire like I'm telling all of you you're unemployed

[Chorus]

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