Sucker without a brain Nothin to do again Step into the street Like the man on a flying trapeze Here comes that bus Right into your face Now you're flying
Check me out Check it out, yo [unverified] I got so much funky shit inside my brain I couldn't explain, couldn't explain You wouldn't understand, I couldn
Verse one: baby x-rated locc Comin off that high it's that double-set rapped around some funk in the trunk I got the mossberg pump and bout' to jack
I gotta gotta take a trip, gotta take a trip out of this place I gotta gotta get away, get away from the human race I don't know what I'll see, don't
her heat The lover he must meet Circling round about Dripping mellow stains of long Melting in her heat Without a blink, without a sigh His circle and hers
No, no, no, no more it's just another day you and your pretty face You're little lying lips won't get you too far This is where the fun stops your fragiel
It crawled in his mind out of hate a parasite was born from their fate Oozing its way into the brain of a symbol they once called god To rip and to tear
All that remains Of the man who was insane Inside of a jar Is Jeffrey Dahmer's brain Bbbrrraaaiiinnn Bbbrrraaaiiinnn His father wants to Burn the brain
?d just love me that way He must not know what it?s worth I don?t understand How anyone could break a heart like hers How could anybody break a heart like hers
Marihuana inna your brain Takes more time to ejaculate Roll up a spliff and drowse away the day With marijuana inna your brain I'm knocking on your door
The brain of britain sits in the tower of london Protected by the ravens The prime-minister and the cabinet queue up to consult it On urgent matters of
A smack in the face A knife in my back I wanna go under again The day so fast and the Night so short How could this be my only friend? Now I know what
Starin threw the mess with me on my brain Standin' in the snow pissin' in the rain Hangin' on a star and the heels of fame Clickin' up the dust out the
What will we do, we let you go home And the plastic's all melted, and so is the phone Who are the brain police? What will we do, the label's come off
What do you think baby I know I want you And you know you want me But can you promise please You'll say yes to me I love how you think You think oh so
Can't step in my way Head first and you love and dismay It's like beating the dead I can't stop going out on my head Whatever this could be I never know
Got six troubles, on my back Like six little milk teeth, all gone bad Won't move over, won't get gone Won't move over Fried my little brains Fried my
Take a walk on the why side A fast ride, through anarchistic eyes Take a look at the real world The wheels turn, on sugar coated lies Reality is a fist