Punk Bitch Flash - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

You're a sick, sick boy you are

You've got your wine, women, and cash

Semi-automatic superstar

In the pan, you're a punk bitch flash

I'll round up every beast you let out

I'll round up every beast you let

Tell me mister, what's the story today?

Who is it you want to be?

I've bought some ammo and I'll send it your way

Destroying friends and family

I feel a stranger stealing my candy

But you're a housefly trapped under glass

Fat chance of getting me in your caddy

In the pan, you're a punk bitch flash

I'll round up every beast you let out

I'll round up every beast you let

I'll round up every beast you let out

Masquerading as a man about town

The seventh chord is my fist hitting your face

You think you're on, but nobody's straight down

In the scheme of things you're gonna lose the race

I'll round up every beast you let out

I'll round up every beast you let

I'll round up every beast you let out