JACKTHERiPPER - Intellectual

[Verse]

Pistol fuckin' bang don’t make me aim it at ya chest

I'm runnin' with your neck and 15 bands, they might arrest

They know I am a kid and since a jit I run this shit

I walk up in the woods and sit alone astonishin’

I been writin' on my own for 'bout a month up in this bitch

I'm changin' up my flow so every song you wonder which

I keep 11 on me but the name ain't Lil Mitch

They thought I couldn't rap, I got them tied up in a ditch

Word to my momma, gon' regret what all they did

I’m leavin’ the grid, I'm takin’ my mid, I might have a kid

Stunt on all on these rappers cause my mindset different

Couldn't if they tried because they mind ain't right

I stab a fucker for fun

Wrist or Tommy go gun

Decapitate a white nun

In the woods with my son

Don't you touch him back off

Fuck her with the rats off

Talkin’ to the black god

Immediately white rod

Took him in the tote road

Two minute death I don't know

Garbage have to sock it, with the Glock, I might just pop it

Aim yo head and start to bust it

Hide the body in the rubbage

While you talk I cut it

Eat it cold like Russian, yuh

Through the lens I see her once

Livin' on with all my cuts

Scars all on my body and they swear they understand

You don't get shit cause you not a fuckin' man

Killin' all the weak but, yeah, I'm livin' with no plan

I wanna fuckin' end it with this pain inside my chest