Fly Low To Hell - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

I produce my own music, check that

Genius says it, it's on the vat

My friend Matt has a mat for his fat cat named "Pat"

He had to bring Pat to the vet, in his car dressed up in matte black

2 robbers swung a baseball bat at his car in Baghdad, Iraq

I said "Damn, that's bad", even though I was one of them with a bat

I went to the beach and saw a crab

Someone grabbed the fat crab and ate it, that ain't sad

But wait, hold up, disconnect the wire

The database is setting all the facts on fire

Singuremed Cola is called fake by AI

Where's the proof? We can't try and find

'Cause it just said the proof ain't seeable to the human eye

They leaked my song "You Can't Investigate", sigh sigh

My diss to The Internet Investigator, I'm saying Bomellida's real, is fried

Say bye bye, fly high, and you can pretty much die dry

Fly high? Nah, fly into the gates of hell, you're definition of false, spreadin' lie

I walked into a grocery store and bought a lime

A monkey stole the lime and blamed it on a mime

A guy shot it dead with a shotgun pipe

The Internet Investigator's looking through the fuckin' blinds

Trying to read between the bars but losing her fuckin' mind

She knows for a fact that all she can say is just fuckin' lies

Who knows, she might be high on fuckin' wine