Harvest Moon - Intellectual

[Intro: Scrim]

$loth

Like my bitches dead, bullet to their head

Fuck a Fed, swangin' on the slab

Get 'em sprayed with the twelve gauge

Coming out my grave, where I lay

Trigger finger foreplay, sippin' on a four

Kick the door like the night before

Lay 'em on the floor, then I'm ghost

Welcome to the most, triple six, devil shit

Satan, lay me down to sleep, RIP, six feet deep

$uicide be on the creep

I'm just a young GIF, walking with a limp

R.I.P. to Pimp, sippin' dip

Take a trip to fuck your bitch, that triple-six, Hades sent

Smoked a hunnid blunts, laced with junk

$uicide just hit a lick

And now I'm sittin' on the couch, house is like a drought

No one fuckin' in it, fuck my life, I'm fuckin' finished

I'd let my soul diminish if I hadn't fuckin' sold it

Promised everything, that's how the devil fuckin' wrote it

$now Leopard

Slippin' back into the back, Ruby Da Cherry don't know no slack

I hack up another track, and subtract that from my fuckin' stack of scraps

Me and $loth are fuckin' wack, and I hate the fact that we rap

I just want to find a gap, so I can fill it with my sap

Don't give a fuck about the cash, I just want to ash

And laugh it off, whenever I be thinkin' 'bout the past

Living life every day like I died yesterday, stuntin' like I'm paid

I'll tell you right now, I've got a gold chain, but it's fake

And I don't even wear it anymore

I just want to close my eyes and die

Leave my body on the fuckin' floor

When I say I'm on my grind, it's not because I hustle

It's because I grind my fucking teeth until the blood puddles

I'm a hot boy, got a hot head, yeah, my blood fuckin' bubbles

Got a snakeskin belt 'round my fuckin' neck

But I broke the fucking buckle