Low-poly - Intellectual

[Verse 1: YUKI UNKNOWN]

One, two

(YUKI UNKNOWN)

What, what, I ain't playing games, ain't no PlayStation

When I get the place busting out a move, get a move on

Don't you stare for too long

Nemesis, I got a rocket launcher, make the place boom

Get a boomstick, I don't need a double barrel

Got a gunsword, and my lion heart, better press start

If you see me, that's survival horror, watch me track you down

Let the dogs out, jumping through the window, cry about it

Polygonal pistol whipping, Silent Hill you're going missing

Turn you to a manikin, I'm not Skywalker, Anakin

GranTurismo second, if you've got a couple seconds

I'm an Alfa, just like 155, I don't know romeo

J-J-Juliet, I've got mine right up at my side

We drifting in that Corvette, got the windows tinted ain't no police yet

Talk that shit just tell me more

I might send a Pyramid Head up to your front door

Block the back door, black Porsche

Me and Yuki in that takahashi!!, better move with caution

'Cause we coming with the blades, the metal hit your body dropping

I ain't wanna have to do it, but he did it, so I got him

Now he reaching for the rifle, I'mma have to start a problem

Bitch we coming for the prophecy, the pockets out my denim

Bitch I'm money spending, crazy bro we living

And me and your boy [?]

Eating shrimp for dinner, I'm a fucking sinner

What the fuck you want? Bitch, I'm fucking up

Pussy fucking up, smoke inside my fucking lungs

And it's push to start, bitch it's GTR, huh, yeah

GTX, watch me count up checks

Shout out Yuki bro, he put me on the fucking track

I know these pussies mad, because it's talent that they fucking lack

What?

What, what, bitch