Backshot - Intellectual

I got so hot

Slick skin, backshot

Buried six deep

Don't think I'm not

Bed creaks, cats hiss

Make me [race ?] this

No light, faceless

Names are baseless

You get your whip

I'll get my gun

Let's roll [the ? Might be "a"] dice

Chasing our tails

Around the sun

Burnt once or twice

(Yeah)

Twitching, warm [meat ? Might be "me"]

Filled fantasy

In the hot sea

Feel you, feel me

Snap back, fast, hard

Play rough, back yard

Squeeze tight, just might

Spill some red card

You've got the itch

I've got the out

Let's run the clock

Eat while it's rich

Time makes it sour

Pull from the stock

[? There's an "and spit" in there, I think.]

Words in thе pit

Scattered in light

Take it with a grain of salt

Slipping up thе back tonight (back tonight)

(Back tonight, back tonight, back tonight, back tonight)