Thieves - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Norman Atomic]

I'm the colonel of the motherfucking tank

Got a mattress, no need for a bank

Yeah, I see you motherfucker, but my stare is fuckin' blank

Last night three motherfuckers thought that they were gettin' paid

Tried to rob me blind, so I cut open their eyes

Left their blood on my blade

Now I'm sippin' lemonade in the shade

Just another day in the 7th Ward by the lake

Yeah, bitch, where I stay

(I be—) I be ridin' in that camo Jeep, double cup is ocean deep

I'm sleepin', don't you make a peep

Y'all a bunch of fuckin' cheapened sheep

I'll fuckin' cut and gut your fuckin' seepin' slut (Slut)

And I'm a fuckin' mutt, I'll sell your meat for bucks

Got a bitch that will get your ass done up

Hot in the winter and cold in the summer

Pussies wanna try to come and run up

Glock cocked and I'm chillin' with my gun up

See I, never gave a fuck about nothing

Got crack in the stove, hide the money in the oven

If I'm ever tryna get my funds up

Break in with the mask, grab the money, real fast

I hope a fucker know when they see me

Never in my life ever sold a CD

Lo-fi pimp, MP3, black and white life, no TV

Smokin' that dope on the low, got all them pounds in the flo'

Drugs never slow 'cause this that junkie who can flow

It ain't, nothing to rob me a liquor store

Syrup, I'm drinking it by the fo'

The devil be all up in my soul (My soul)

Bitch

South Park—

Said I'm 'bout to lose my mind

South Park

South Park—

Said I'm 'bout to lose my mind

South Park

South Park—

Said I'm 'bout to lose my mind

South Park

South Park—

Said I'm 'bout to lose my mind

South Park—