before you leave" fuck my brains out, babaayyyy x4 fuck my brains out yeeaaaahhhh she's screamin' "love me baby" -fuck my brains out- here's a little somethin' about my
head spin+ like +break dancers+ [Chorus] My niggas in the front don't front My niggas in the back, where you at My niggas on the side, bout to slide My
scream as I dream in tongues Fuck a trick, get me rich and the bitches'll come Bust my gun, make 'em all scatter Bullets to my nuts only made my balls
look up, shook up, say fuck, put my hands on my nine Niggas I cut, or we stuck, and they move, so we buck, they come back, in my dreams at night I have
my brains borderline insane Train of thought out of wack as I creep around the back of the jet My forehead's wet I keep praying Thinking to myself my
reaper At the hand of what man's hand jokes My friend's got a book about dreams, I look and laugh I dream a book about my friends and still can't decipher
generation, pacin', ancient electric secret never sleepin' to miss the AM oasis my name is a wired heart, sloppy obligation turn my stilt into my guilt
I laugh at victory, kissing these little question marks I tend to underestimate my average Just another bastard savage Someday you'll all eat out of my
you hide them Feel the haggered look penetrate brain castle Blasting clear out the back of this batches sour wind collection (FLASH FLOODER!) You're a fuckin
based pardons ain't enough My stilts truly personify the serbonite flea circus We urchins merkin on daily I catapult brain opera past basic Tear my own
robbed out No doubt, I seen my pops get puffed out Ice and get duffed out Another issue I gotta touch on I even seen the President blow trees and get his fuck
the statistics, like, Jeffery Dahmer's Huh, scrapin you like a SCULPTURE, murder you for the VULTURE My dozen dirty, my brains be donated to agri-CULTURE So come on and face it, my
gang of pride Check the battle or the struggle through my Chinese eyes Had to tighten up the fade, got my murder 1 shades Still tryin' to fuck them freaks from my
dream, said Yeah! Oh no! You put a spike into your vein Oh no! (Does it make you think you?ve got) The blood of Thunders in your brain You ought to
army fatigues Damage your team, competition done it with ease Gun in my sleeve cause now a days homicide is my steez Collecting my cream, I'm living your dream
