$uicider - Intellectual

[Intro: Percy Bysshe Shelley]

[?], hmm

How wonderful is death, death and his brother: sleep

One pale as yonder waning moon

Hunnid spokes on the fucking hearse (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Bitch, I'm cursed

Riding around with a can fulla' gas and a match, and a mask then we stop at the church (Hmm)

Lighting the front of the blunt now I'm burnt

Got that work in my trunk

Yeah, that's that bump that you heard

That pussy boy purred when I popped him in the head (Pop, pop)

Got blood on my shirt (Pop, pop, grr, grr, grr)

Yung Plague is the worst

Pulling up on any curb (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

And then snatch me a purse (Give me the fucking purse)

And the bitch carrying it

When she ever gonna learn?

Bitch, I’m trying to swerve

Stunting like I got no limbs

Flowing with the dirt (Grrah, grrah, grrah)

Middle finger up, fuck the herd

[Verse 2: Scrim with Ruby da Cherry]

(Shut the fuck up, bitch)

Let me blow down on this indo

It's that Scarecrow riding solo

Blood dripping down my polo (Grrah, grrah)

It's that dynamite tossing

Sleep up in a coffin (Six, six, six)

Jeffrey Dahmer with Alzheimer's

Zombies marching right behind us (Grrah, rrah, rrah)

Creeping, creeping with the hatchet

All my hoes is ratchet

Smoking blunts but ain't no passing

Smoking bowls but ain't no packing

Middle finger macking, dead bodies keep on stacking (Fuck 'em)

Hickory Dickory Dock (Dock)

Pulling out my Glock (Glock)

Pull the triggers, bodies drop (Drop)

Like "Pop, pop, pop, pop"

With lips of lurid blue

The other rosy as the morn

When throned on ocean's wave

It blushes over the world

Yet, both so passing wonderful