Legend - Intellectual

[Intro]

Limit, Limit, Limit

Hahahaha (hahahaha)

You know a lot of these cats (you know a lot of these cats) in the music industry (music industry) refer to me as a legend (refer to me as a legend). I tell them I can't be a legend (I tell them I can't be a legend) 'cause I'm not dead yet, you feel me (dead yet, you feel me). Grrra

Let's go, raah!

[Verse 1: Tha Wikid One]

Fuck yeah, I'm a sick man

Look, I'm about to cut her in the big van

Put the money in the bag in the trash can

And you better get away when I grab that

Or I'm slice your face with frisbee

Razor blade to the mouth, but insists, he

With the bullshit, drama, bitching

Took your whole damn jaw, all twisty

'Cause I'ma hit 'em in the middle with the click-clack

Never trust a motherfucker with a backpack

'Cause you know it hold a piece and the black mags

So beat feet, hit the street and then haul ass

One peep from the birds, leave they egg cracked

Better hear what I say when I spit fast

When I slit yo throat better lean back

'Cause I don't wanna hold your head for the bloodbath (woo)

I just got these shoes I ain't worn yet

Now they dirtier than Vietnam War Vets

Better put 'em in the trash on the jacks tip

So nobody get mad that I blast it

And I'm back into that black magic, I pack radical bars (woo)

You get mad after that match, back when they laughed after yo bar

'Cause I'm certain, wanna murder kids but don't own an actual gun

You gon' turn a bit when that burner spit, they gon' put a tourniquet on

'Cause I'm taking limbs, I get paid for this, and I'm crazy good at my job (agh)

Don't blame me bitch, I might let you live or might catch you after this song

[Chorus: Tha Wikid One]

I don't have the time to dispose of all the bodies (all these bodies)

I'm a fucking legend when it come to talking armies (talking armies)

You better pay attention when I'm pressing with the shotty (with the shotty)

I get to pulling triggers, leave these bitches all bloody (woo)

I don't have the time to dispose of all the bodies (all these bodies)

I'm a fucking legend when it come to talking armies (talking armies)

You better pay attention when I'm pressing with the shotty (with the shotty)

I get to pulling triggers, leave these bitches all bloody (woo)

[Verse 2:

I'm in love with the blood, never knew why though

I stick a in the knife of my blue-eyed hoe

While getting right, then she die on the tool I know

I should've waited 'til she finished, but I couldn't control

I wanna murder everything moving

On a killing spree

I put the heads of my enemies on a Christmas tree (I do)

So I can send 'em a message, it's gon' be them or me (okay)

And if it's them I'm gonna empty out they memories

I pop-pop with that banger

That talk-shots with a stranger (woo)

Then hop off like a lost arc when that leech off of those fingers

That beast caught in a maze and now these sheep caught in some danger (okay)

You can still see what it kills Bee, and I feel we shouldn't linger (woo)

Them police that don't know me, patrolling and they watching (watching)

Hoping that they broke open this whole case, but I'm walking (I'm walking)

They smoking and they don't know that we'll get his killer for profit

But them weekends I might sneak in and just cut somebody up