D R E A D - Intellectual

[Produced by Starr]

[Verse 1: Yung Champloo]

All this shit is pretentious

Just get out of my mentions

She gon' ask to come along to all my fuckin sessions

This is just obsession

Suicide prevention

Let me fuckin' kill myself

Cause I dont need these questions

This is my confession

Grab my Smith and Wesson

I might send a couple shots to deal with my aggression

I can't fuck with Freshman

They leave bad impressions

So I'm claiming every spot

Havin' solo elections

Fuck this shit, I'm stressin'

Clinical, Depression

I been feeling fuckin down but I dont learn my lesson. (Nuh)

[Bridge: Yung Champloo]

Where's my weapon?

Wheres my weapon?

I might fuck around and get the clip, no extension (yuh)

Where's my weapon?

Wheres my weapon?

I might fuck around and drop a nuke, no flexin'

[Verse 2: Yung Champloo]

Bitch I pull up feeling like I'm Sweeney Todd

Pray to god

I went at your kneecaps with my steel raw

Bare rocks

In these motherfuckin' lines

No denying

So I send anotha' one

Now I feel like I am dyin'

Where's my clip?

On my hip

Finger on the trigger

Killing for the fun of it

Where's my mind?

Seeking crime

Fuck this shit I'll break your spine

Faded number 9

That's a 6

On my bitch

Killed the snitch

Break his hips

Clamp his lips

Cut them off

Leave em in a box

7 tiny pieces, leave it I forgot

Pray to Zar, or was it Zorp?

Time to warp

Time to snort

Time to get on my horse

Catch a fade, no remorse

Catch my wave, no remorse. (Yah)

[Verse 1: Yung Nate]

Rubatosis in a daily motion

I'm a rollercoaster wreck

Potions couldn't save me from the pain you are inside my neck

Destruction of myself

Deduction of my health

And if you come around me bitch, disruption of your spells

I got that whisky bottle, disarano

Sitting on my shelf

I'm smoking nicotine, and that green

To songs I make myself

I'm swerving on that bitch, on that bitch

I'll call her later on my cell

And if yo' boyfriend talkin' shit I drag em' to the gates of hell

[Bridge: Yung Nate]

My demise

Taking place in candle light

My demise

Reaper come I will not fight

By surprise

I just made it through the night

Demonize

Traumatise

Light the wick and I ignite

Smokin' up, pour it up

I got Henny in my cup

I advise, you think twice

Or I'm knocking out yo' Lights

[Verse 2: Yung Nate]

Pop it bitch, pop it

Got the heat up in your hand

Make sure you dont drop it

Pop it bitch, pop it

Got the pistol in your hand

Now go ahead and cock it

Throw ya' hands

Off the wall, call me 'Vans'

Throw ya' hands

Take a punch and make it land

Bitch I'm from the land, of the sinners

No beginners equal to the status of us

Unanimous winner, chicken dinner

Battlegrounds, I drowned myself

Then lost some pounds

I take my oath, straight to the grave

That's how you know, I dont fuck around

You gagged and bound, can't make a sound

We comin for the underground

You want the beef?

I squashed it down

Then turned this beat to the hunting grounds