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Brain on cocaine
Thought train inside out knock the beat up like precut Trojan
concise with the word play
screw a trick quick, ratchet
Ill-mannered stay Kurt Kobain
We don't say freeze we squeeze on the Coltrane
Pump it in your brain like stand and ovate
I will, no need for a probate
Toss it up till she collapsed like a dope vein
Cook your noodle in a wok
On the great firewall yeah, shrimp lo mein
Put a crosshair to your head like rogaine
I'm the type to pick a bone with you,
Till the pressure dislocate
Then gas you up like a masochist on propane
Rocks to your noggin, head Rock
Yes Stone age
Knock you out your Ralph Lauren bitch
Croquet
No horsing around when I spit
Loki
This food for your thought process
Homemade
Hit you with a God complex
Overnight bag with a tag, read,
John Doe, No Name
Sip this elixir, tastes like pain
Taste like pain from the tip
That's just poison, just like poison
Leave you paralyzed front he trip
Sip this elixir, feels like
Feels like a slip from reality
That's just poison, just like poison
To make sport of a fallacy
Quit with all the ratchet
Ra-Ratchet
I think it's racket
Quit with all the ratchet
Ra-Ratchet
(No I think it's racket)
This will, put you, in a
Bad situation like the army do
Bad taste in your mouth does embalming fluid
Cops at the door if they trying to dumb out
I'm fit to go stupid they don't want me come out
I'm something like Nike with no hesitation
Then scalp you like native with no reservation
And it ain't no ficus but I fig you won't
Survive a night boy I kid you not
Ain't no bad boy but I can't stop
guess you could call me bad the way the hammer cock
Put a knot to your head like cancer
The way the hits that I land, call it Jam Rock
Bark like a bass of a bazooka
Better make like sheep boy the way I fold you up
Torturous put you in the more I bus
Like light from the cloud see more bang for buck
Bluck, yeah the flow so kismet
Every outcome check-mate no mishap
One dose of this guaranteed you relapse
Slap the shit out you and leave nothing but a biatch
I never been in love
With something that is so profane
This love is so addictive
like I'm tweaking on cocaine
I never been in love
With something that is so profane
This love is so addictive
like I'm tweaking on cocaine
Sip this elixir, tastes like pain
Taste like pain from the tip
That's just poison, just like poison
Leave you paralyzed front he trip
Sip this elixir, feels like
Feels like a slip from reality
That's just poison, just like poison
To make sport of a fallacy