Clipse - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Tartan & Bludkin]

With my Members and I'm grindin' like the fuckin' clipse

Yeah I heard your music I don't like it, it is shit

When I'm lonely in the night I need a fuckin' bitch

Chattin' wass and I'll slap you I'm Will Smith

Sorry had to do this but I'm 'bout to make this messy

She's so sweet to me I'm fasting she's like berries

Fuck the Megabus we gon' be filming on the ferry

Bet you didn't know I got a lot of sorrow in me

Sorrow in me, it weighs it in [?] jeans

At the telly, your lips tasted like cherries

Artieral injection, I got blood up on my hands

Only way I forget that shit when I read the [?]

I forgеt, 'til I wake up

All this Tris, doubling my cup

This shit sucks but I don't believе in luck

Close my curtains I don't want to see the sun