Intense Threat

[Chorus]
Gotta wake up and I feel intense
Slip a shirt on and i feel intense
I'm too guarded well in my defence
I dont trust myself with your threats
Friends, hence, I got regrets
Low sex drive don't always want sex
Gotta wake up and I feel intense
Slip a shirt on and I feel intense

[Verse 1]
Nothing ever feels right anymore
Pretend to like you got my head feeling sore
Didn't know what hip-hop was 'til I explored
And you ignored the fact that I poured
Who I was into my music
You'd rather be a prick
Commenting pointless hate when you clicked
Couldn't stop reading that shit 'cause I'm an addict
Listening to everything I did and you picked
The worst parts, ignored the best parts
Elevates full of retards
Nah lets save that for another part
If I stayed there I'd still have hate in my heart
Ok yeah, but
I don't do, what you do
I know what, you've been through
But if you, continue
I'll just have, to kill you yeah
I don't care what it is
Imma fucking ruin this
Aim then I never miss
Let you try and censor me
Then let my soul free
High from the Ketamine
High from adrenaline
High from the hyphenated lies
One after another
Ill give it back to you if you wanna
Talk shit behind my back its karma
I do what I mari-juana
Escape this shit like im on a chopper

[Hook]
Gotta wake up and I feel intense
Slip a shirt on and I feel intense
Im too guarded well in my defence
I don't trust myself with your threats
Friends, hence, I got regrets
Low sex drive don't always want sex
Gotta wake up and I feel intense
Slip a shirt on and I feel intense

[Verse 2]
Fuck this, I roll in
You wanna hate but you nodding
You wanting this collab
Byran Cranston, portable lab
Micheal C Hall, fell in my trap
Fell in my stab, like a bitch
Now you got clap, now you got rap
This is the legend its the wage gap
Al Pachino yeah I got the strap
American beauty yeah I got the fap
Alfred Hitchcock so turn off the tap
Yeah im psycho
And I might blow
On my opening show
Like a loving hoe
Yeah I don't exist
Like a mumble rapper
Who's a wordsmith
And can't live
With his face tat
So he's got mad
He grabbed a notepad
Can't grab from the dome
So he goes in the zone
Raps about Gucci now he's blown
And like that I'm an unknown
And I don't condone
Dropping out out of school for this shit
It takes practice for this shit
These mumble rappers take years for this shit
Rapping good and marketing are separate
And they both take skill so who are we to grill
Still on 50 followers hoe chill
(Yeah, just chill man)

[Chorus]
Gotta wake up and I feel intense
Slip a shirt on and I feel intense
Im too guarded well in my defence
I don't trust myself with your threats
Friends, hence, I got regrets
Low sex drive don't always want sex
Gotta wake up and I feel intense
Slip a shirt on and I feel intense

[Verse 3]
This that motherfucker
Do no wrong when im undercovers
Slouch on the couch with a big tub o'
Ice cream, i don't buy supreme
Don't fit my routine, hipster with the jeans
I don't sip lean, don't fit my routine
Nerdy dude with the green screen
And remember, dan is spelled with a big D
(big D, big D)