Brain Dead lyrics

by

Young Cellski


Verse 1:

I need to see the psych cuz a n*gga goin' psycho
I tried commitin' suicide on my motorcycle
My mother keeps telling me a n*gga needs to quit
She say its all an act but I'm really a lunatic
My b*tch say its cuz a n*gga smoke way too much weed
But when I'm high as f*ck I gotta see a n*gga bleed
My consience keeps tellin me to do some crazy sh*t
Walk up to a pack and shank the devils then I split
I think it's something goin wrong with my brain
I'm having split personalities like Razing Cane
The Taker, and Mr, Predictor side-by-side
Something similar to Dr.Jekyll and Mr.Hyde
Theres somethin that make a n*gga wanna keep on blastin'
Voices in my head keep tellin' me I'm Charles Manson
It feels like the demons have took over my soul
My body's hella warm but my face is hella cold
I'm stressin, I'm sweatin just like a f*ckin hog
At the house with dank and candles starin at the walls
They closin in on a n*gga as I keep on blinkin
A n*gga's brain dead and my brain ain't thinkin
Cuz I'm brain dead

Chrous x4: (unknown demon voice)

(My brain cells dead and all I think is death)
My brain was dead, from smokin so much f*ckin true
(My brain cells dead and all I think is death)
My brain was dead, from smokin so much f*ckin true

Verse 2:

Man, it's like a jungle sometimes that makes me wonder
Why I'm on the turf everyday with a nine on the under
Or maybe its the dank thats got a n*gga trippin loc
At night-time I dream about n*ggas gettin smoked
Merciless thoughts in my head, already brain dead
So why should I give a f*ck bout what the next n*gga said
Cuz a n*gga should already know
Livin up in that town of San Fran-psycho
Where n*ggas go on mission to kill,grab my steel then caps I peel
n*ggas couldn't f*ck wit Cell cuz a n*gga just to real
Comin straight from the lunatic village creepin through the fog
With my mug on mean, sippin on some mad dog
Gone like a motherf*cka, wit this 9 millimeter ready to start somethin
Havin '89 flash backs
When the bay was on heavily and a n*gga did his first jack
5 years later the same old sh*t
Been selling dope for years and still ain't rich, nowww
What the f*ck should a n*gga do
Just get my mail in the View and stay in the game and be true
Because I'm in it to win it keep these gold thangs spinnin
On these marks, got a ruger pull the trigga that has no heart
And as I put that nine to a n*gga head
As I BUCK BUCK that n*gga is straight brain dead

(demon voice talking)

Verse 3:

Not givin a f*ck about my life because I'm hellbound
Sick in this game from all the motherf*ckin pain that I grew up around
The unpredictable the psychotic gangsta
Quickest buck to bank y, out this game i'll take ya
With no remore because I got some type of showin pity
Just call me that 1994 version of Frank Nitty
Now did I do em? thats what I got these n*ggas wonderin
But unpredictable won't let em know just how I'm comin
So if you see me you best if you just break west
Because this shredder out this tech is bout to blow a hole in ya vest
Into your chest with explosion
Straight gangsta notion gave me the go ahead
I smoked him and watched his blood soak into the concrete
As he screamed like a b*tch begging me for mercy
But I'm not the one to punk the game, so I took aim
At his brain, and now hes brain dead mayne

(demon voice until the end)

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