.223 - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Plot on a bitch, arrange the game, red dot on a bitch

Don’t hesitate, just taunt on a bitch

Nothing to say, run up on a bitch

Get that shit, bring that shit back

Get that bitch, bring that bitch back

Get that shit, bring that bitch

Don’t say that shit, I just need that one

Get that shit, bring that bitch

Don’t say that shit I just need that one

Get that bitch, bring that shit

Only say that shit if you need that gun

Get that shit, bring that bitch

Have some fun, and let’s just fuck him up

Get that bitch, bring that shit

He will suffer till he feels that pump

Triple gun fun, triple gun fun

.223 right into his guts

Get that, get that, end the repugn

Don’t let him think that he’s safe to run

Bullet to the brain, 3 bullets to the brain

Say my name in vain, and hit the Mary Jane

Bullet in your vein, you bleeding out your vein

You think I am insane, but I’m here to entertain

See the blood in your eyes, I see that shit fall down and make you cry

Make everything look like it’s just the rise of the antichrist

Make everything look like it’s hell on earth and the end of time

Make you cry, let you die, .223, now goodnight