Kick Rocks - Intellectual

Get on the, get on the, get on the, get on the

Get on the guit-box

And don't stop it until the shit pops

If you ain't diggin' what I'm kickin', you can kick rocks

I like to blend it up and mix it

Like puttin' whites with the colors and endin' up with some pink socks

I think before I open my mouth

I drink before I open my mouth in front of a crowd

I blink before the opening count and hope I don't drown

The smoke and the sound of the starting pistol, cold-blooded rounds

(Oh shit)

And now I'm off to the races

I'm pickin' the jaws up off of the floor in a custodial basis

You can see the shock in all of the faces

That came to the show with the next chick

Wishin' they were at home with the Netflix

And that's a modern fuckin' tragedy

Aladdin and Jasmine with the mini-screen gravity

Goin' down between 'em and comin' up like Jericho

Let it go, if they didn't, now they better know

And if you wanna kick it with us

Leave your opinion in the thickening dust

(Leave your opinion in the thickening dust)

And if you wanna kick it with me

You gotta write the rhyme meticulously

(You gotta write the rhyme meticulously)

You wanna be kickin' it back?

You gotta spit it mighty sick on the track

(You gotta spit it mighty sick on the track)

And if you wanna kick it in some flip-flops (Man)

Man, you can kick rocks (Kick, kick rocks)

Kick rocks, uh, what

Kick, kick, kick, kick, kick, kick rocks

This some third-tier type of hip hop (Third-tier)

Know when this shit drop, cities be in gridlock

Pisspots wanna open Toad like he flip-flops

Stoolie at his peak, that's why he's feelin' tip-top (Yes)

Actin' like there's bolts in my neck (Bolts in my neck)

Thrashin' your laboratory, chokin' your guests (Chokin' your guests)

Cold with the tone, hot coals in his head

Better gather up the town, overthrow the undead, uh

'Til the grave, I'm with Toad and the Stooligans

And when I feel complete, I go erode with the ghouls again (Goodbye)

Feel the debauchery under moonlight

This shifting cacophony's more of a food fight

When the mood's right (Right) or when it's wrong

All I know is I'm so sick of hearin' the same song (Shit)

Y'all got the shock of a broken cattle prod

That's what you get for comin' through with that copy-and-paste catalog

(That's what you get)