See You In Hell - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Cage (Sam Hill)]

Why bother slap when you could blast her?

Then again I am an out of work rape reenacting actor

Pull over bitch so I can fit my dick, further down your neck

Giddyup, I got veins to inject

When underground were the saddest

You can kill yourself to get there through a labyrinth, y'know

They follow me to my house to see where my brain goes

Just filled it up with some shit to see what the thing holds

Keen eyes I can barely see, don't give a shit

I gotta swisher to dip if I need to really leave

I had a blast just blasting off and out of me

With a shotgun that got Satan to flatter me

I made a comeback around like a force to car

I'mma fill the horses buzz in my blood like a Porsche Targa

I'm damn still baked and my brand's ill

Snipers pissed off they can't scope I don't stand still

C-U-N-T, See You In Hell (x3)

See You In Hell! (x2)

I multiply my hatred for humanity with my love for death

And divide the shit and put profanity

The opposite of Christ, the son of nothing nice

Dusted the Angel from my shoulder on the fucking ice

I slaughter like Zeus and Perseus, make your bitches fistfight to blow me to feed the thirstiest

You're never too old for drugs it's dope to die

If David Blane's tired ass can levitate, so can I

With smoke mirrors and opium

Puff a Nick at night and dump slime on their heads like Nickeloadeon

I killed the pussy dawg, I made her shit her socks

Snapped the cats neck and threw it's corpse in the litter box

I got a lot to say, fill up your pod to play

Get high and pray to Satan, "My dude, God is Gay"

The scams real, have each one of my fans killed

So they can follow me even after the death of Sam Hill

See You In Hell! (x3)