Panic Force - Intellectual

[Intro: Marty Bugatti]

What a beautiful day

What a wonderful day

You're listening to "Panic Force", have an excellent day

Dashboard, rolling through the city, he a bad boy

Blacked out, redline, revving off a matchbox

Sirens ringing on meridians of silence

Violence, man, all these kids want is violence

Wittiful when I'm trippin' on my balls and sack

And I ridicule all these devils with my balls intact

That's a fact, matter of fact, I need Luciani

And bodyguards with the biggest bodies ever

Protect me from whatever I need

And I plead on my knees every night by my bed

But instead, the Devil calls me, he's my regular friend

Once again, kiss my cheek, then extend

And he takes my hand and we go on a bend (Not again)

Take me back, I want to see it from the start

Burn the embassy, they hoping on me

But no motivation helps

They call me little young boy, I'll drop and I'll be your toy

Down for whatever ya want, but if you drop me, it's done

Go hard, I won't tap out, keep the pack out

Sip and slap now, on my shit, wow

Cheap lagers, full lagers

More lagers, cigarettes

Piña colada, disaster

More lagers, pass the cheque

Take me back, I want to see it from the start

Burn the embassy, they hoping on me

But no motivation helps

Stalk like a paper route, hoping they drop the ball

I've been unstoppable since I became

And I dropped out my mother

Obi, swear to god that I love her

I'm a hot motherfucker, too hot, motherfucker

Blue sky, mine on your lot, motherfucker

Sip forty proof, live apocalypse now

Swing double dutch over carrion crowd (Crowd)