STATIC - Intellectual

[Intro: Slen]

Loud breathing

It's cold out

You think you know me

Fuckboys on my hit list

Fuck a Glock, I got my fists bitch, yeah

I don't got no blade on me

Shitting on these rappers while they hate on me

I'm that creepy looking Nike wearing motherfucker

Fuck the cops and kill the undercover

Pick and pack a pound and pull up to the scene

Steal yo bitch and ask her if she got a death dream

DEATH

You're in the presence of God

Better bow down bitch or rot

I promise you soon I'll blow up

Addicted to this shit, I can't stop

Aye

You will never have shit on me boy

DEATH

Aye

You lost in the sound while I'm making the noise

The dead walk this town

Severed straight to the face

Watch you bleed through the ground

Silent the screams of the bodies, they found

East where the sky meets the sea, burn it down

Get up, get out

I've been a waste boy, cut me down then run up

Don't fuck with you humans, you demons, weapons tucked

I'm-

Severed straight through the brain

Let me rot out in the rain

Fill my whole body with pain

Bitch, It's Trash Gang to the grave