VORHEES - Intellectual

[Intro]

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Hey

Hey,Hey, Hey

Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey

Bitch I'm all black and I'm moving like the reaper

Talking out his neck so his brains all on my sneakers

Put your face up on the curb, all the stomping make my feet hurt

I been huffing on the ciggies, make my lungs a little weaker

You ain't bullet proof (Why you do that tough talk?)

Cruisin' through his avenue (I'm ridin' with a ghost gun)

And if I feel like blamming you (I rack and let the mag dump)

Doesn't matter who I send it to (Thеy're moving like an axis)

Cruisin' in the back, got my hеater in the front

Imma lay him flat then we'll leave him in a rut

Bet we spinning back, yeah we treat it like a hunt

B-Bet we spinning back, yeah we treat it like a hunt

They been looking sus cuz I limp when I walk

I don't do no chatting, I just blitz with the Glock

Think I'm out of weight, put the drum on the mop

Making it look easy when I aim and he drop

Ain't a bone in my body that could hesitate to mop you

I got guns from the navy and the challenge is to drop you

You like the way I'm stepping, triple soles when I stomp you

He sliding with the red guts, different when I pop you