Black Roses - Intellectual

[Verse 1: T.I.M.]

These motherfuckers saying that I'm actin' wild

If that's the narrative, then I'll be that involved, yeah

I'mma spit up in they face, and then I crack a smile

All while getting lung cancer from all the blackened mouths

These thoughtless whores think that they be causing war

But this gonna be like Normandy when up on the shores

A hope that the awful gore was worth a [?] sore

You want a pain up in the neck, I'll be a constant source

A throbbing sore in your spinal cord, I guarantee

You say I'm wack as fuck? Bitch, you know I can't agree

Got two gods on the track, and you ain't that M.C

[?] like [?] influence to rhyme and was absentee

I can manage these rhymes while in comatose

Here's the [?] about my [?], bitch- you'll be [?]

Give a shit, you little bitch? Ha-ha, you know what, though?

If I gave you all of my attention, you would overdose

[Chorus: T.I.M., RO-B. Z., Both]

I'm leaving black roses on your motherfucking grave (On your grave)

If you try to fuck me over, it's okay ('Kay, 'kay, 'kay)

Your soul is something that you know that I won't save (Save, save, save)

The other way around, I'd know you'd watch me break (Break, break, break, break!)

Black roses on your motherfucking grave (On your grave)

Try to fuck me over, bitch, it's okay (Yeah)

'Cause I'm leaving black roses on your grave (Look, RO-B. Z.!)

[Verse 2: RO-B. Z.]

Demons in my mind, I can feel them fight

My angels for where I go after life

Duality inside breaks apart my mind

Pray to God, then obey the Devil every time

This unstable power powers the beast, so watch out when I'm in a boiling rage

'Cause I don't murder beats, I murder bitches who don't decide to get out of my way!

Who want it with me?

If you pick a fight, you better give me a reason not to tear you apart

Else you'll rest in peace

And I'll put a black rose on your grave to curse the place where you sleep

And despite all the exorcisms Mama took me to get the demons out

Demonic power rose up in me, until I killed the priest, like, "You belong here now?"

Nah, bitch, you crossed my path, time to cross your heart

Look for the three pips in your mail box 'fore I burn the cross, and you burn across

Your motherfucking body, 'till it burns to dust

And your soul goes to Hell to burn and rot

While your family goes to your grave to mourn to God that

You aren't in a better place than you currently are

If we got the beef, we don't squash the beef

Until you or me are sent underneath

Kill myself? I'll make you do the deed with me!

(Whoa, I don't think you're okay- end this verse, please?)