DREAD - Intellectual

[Intro: Julia Wolf]

Piss me off, you're so sloppy

At least do a better job at it

Baby girl loves to copy

At least do a better job at it

Bitch, I keep that fuckin’ blade on me, take a look in my head

Could you open me up? Tell me why I feel dead

Tell me why I feel dread, when I'm layin' in my bed

Tell me why the fuck I’m suffering, I met my fuckin ends

Bitch, I keep that fuckin' blade on me, take a look in my head

Could you open me up? Tell me why I feel dead

Tell me why I feel dread, when I'm layin' in my bed

Tell me why the fuck I'm suffering, I met my fuckin ends

Until I'm riding in the hearse, you stay away from me

"'Cause I'm the motherfuckin’ worst", is what they say to me

And when I’m ashes in an urn, don't be afraid of me

I pray to see a day that I can make it out and gratefully, I—

I found myself amongst the rubble

Found myself within the void

Down in Hell, I found my troubles

The crown should drown out all the noise

Yeah, I struggled with myself, I think I fucked around and found a voice

I never gave a fuck about the money, now I got a choice

Made it outta nothin’ now I'm up and what a threat

I poison waters, toxic motherfucka, bitch, I'm not a toy

Yeah, bitch, I'm not a toy

Can’t pick me up and put me down, I'm not a fuckin toy

I'll stand up on my own and walk away to prove a point

'Cause I'm that motherfucka makin' oppas paranoid

Piss me off, you're so sloppy

At least do a better job at it

Baby girl loves to copy

At least do a better job at it

Bitch, I keep that fuckin' blade on me, take a look in my head

Could you open me up? Tell me why I feel dead

Tell me why I feel dread, when I'm layin' in my bed

Tell me why the fuck I'm suffering, I met my fuckin ends

Bitch, I keep that fuckin' blade on me, take a look in my head

Could you open me up? Tell me why I feel dead

Tell me why I feel dread, when I'm layin' in my bed

Tell me why the fuck I'm suffering, I met my fuckin ends (My ends)