HARVEST MOON - Intellectual

[Hook]

I break her back and flick it

I make those stacks and kick it

I take that Glock that stick it

Down yo fuckin throat for lickin

The envelope I keep this message hidden from the crack and whippet

Snap-snap I'm making the etch marks on yo back for fuckin sittin down

Bride me up I'm lookin for that clown

Lookin like I'm flippant sound - making the fun and then raking the guts

From the misters tell to me scuttle my ship outta lot for guns

So they can take up all my nuns, my witches from my dire lawn (my higher sound)

Yeah!

But I don't want you to have a piece of that

I fuckin hate you, you god damn bitch boi you know you're a piece of pie

I cut you up like a slivеr from the whole damn sweetness sidе

You think you're hard but you're a pawn in this game where they treat me right

I'm kicking my feet back I'm feeling like a terror - a fuckin monster without chains my birthplace was an error

Born in red under night at 30:10 no nursey carer

Cattle fed, born no light without a cause the skin was fairer

Hospital was dark my goddess lost there was a blood monsoon

She knew it would be better when she saw that harvest moon

Premature but fuckin sure that he would take it back to you

For handsome sure, he was a mark on world that seems so black to crew

Giving it back to the miserable now I'm designing a culture permissible

Now an ordained mother fucker so insane he is not punishable or bait per phishable

Cut fat off I'm raking blood from fish for slack