Dome Split - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

And even if you wanna, bitch

Because I pop 'em with the switch

Lurk around the corner, pumpin' off a nigga for the fifty, so don't snitch

My niggas prolly got a fuckin' hidden mini-mac, could drug you

Steal the money, put the dirty body all up in a ditch

First you say "Poppin' off the dome, make it with the chrome"

Known to eat the bullet for the bear

Don't you worry thick, in the zone, really, is it wrong?

'Cause individuals took it nobody 'bout to be there

Got you runnin' from a nightmare, I'm right there

With a light there, fight there, fly a kite there

But the pussy finna bite there, right there

But I'm knowin' that a mothafucka never fight fair

For the dope in the dome

I'm finna pop it off in 'em, it misses, so what?

We get to pimpin' with the automatic weapon to catch 'em

I pack a pistol or tech, and begin to wet 'em and pap 'em

Peppin', steppin' 'em, wreckin' 'em, and then I recommend

If I ever know it, I'mma mention I'mma hit 'em with a double, take a bullet to the brain

Feelin' funny when I'm takin' money, do you think you yummy? Yeah, don't take me for a dummy, I'm Twisted Insane

Unfortunate pain

Half of these bitches be off in the hood, rep with no shame

Put 'em in the ditch, hit the bitch with the cane

You two bitches, it's time to start washin' the stains

And it gotta be a problem when I get to solvin', get the revolver

The witch who cut it off feet is what you fear

On the d-low, wanna be in love

Nigga don't wanna gobble the bullet up in the gut

'Cause a nigga don't scare me

I'm a Brainsick fiend, poppin' the bottles like I'm a castin' cream

Lurk around corners like I'm a basket fiend

Peelin' the bodies like I'm a bad dick crane

[Hook]

You have turned mentally insane and you will get your dome split

They put a bullet in your brain and you will get your dome split

You have turned mentally insane and you will get your dome split

They put a bullet in your brain (in your brain)

And you will get your dome split

[Verse 2]

Drop a body in the mud, poppin' all off with the slugs

Wrap our hands around a corner, droppin' off it and hit one of them in the gut

My homies telling me to hurry up because the party started

And I take it, honeys wanna get buttfucked

I had a body in the car

I wanna be a murderous hider and seek another bitch

We was really comin' with it, never let it under

Always trippin' with a copper, niggas better put it on with

Feeling funny 'cause I'm sufferin', they hit me in my face

Stealin' my blade, their knee to my face, I'm feelin' the pain

The blood up in my cyst it got me hungry when I get 'em

And I stick it to the pin, and then I might have to throw 'em grenades

It's funny, go bang, like I was dumb

And whatever part of pity for part of whatevers comin'

But then on, you better get on it

Nigga, you better get on, you better get on

Yeah, nigga, I'm bangin' your daughter, I'm sick!

And you get to fuck up with a nigga that'll get the pack and 40 out my dome (Hell nah)

On a song, get the chrome for a mothafucka layin' on the ground And you screamin' by the phone, you phoned the wrong (Ahhh)

You don't belong!

Nigga, you phoned the wrong