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letra de breain dead - a.t. (lil' bro)

[chorus]
while you f-ggots used to make beds
i was actin’ all brain dead
while you b-tches got yo’ face red
i was actin’ all brain dead
while you assh0l-s got on pain meds
i was actin’ all brain dead
while you f-ckers cut your dang head
i was actin’ all brain dead

[verse 1]
called up my best friend, he said i wasn’t spitting’
on my last few songs, but i still f-ck his b-tches
cuttin’ this wrist because i got depressed over f-g reviewers
my raps were too weird for them so i grabbed a foolish
one choked him by the throat and told him that he ain’t a lookie
you rappers want a cookie, here’s my d-mn sister’s p-ssy
you rappers are just a bunch of f-ggotty ass rookies
who are shook because i dissed you, now you want some good beef
god called me last night and said i had to stop
stop all the rap? like you said, my assh0l- mom
is still alive, i haven’t quite murdered her with words yet
perfect, stupid ass, you f-cking worthless
try sh-t, audibly talking about vicodins
but i just can’t wrap my head around these f-cking sightseers
looking at me like i got the motherf-cking problem
for calling you b-tches f-ggots, b-tch, shut the f-ck up, you started it
[chorus]
while you f-ggots used to make beds
i was actin’ all brain dead
while you b-tches got yo’ face red
i was actin’ all brain dead
while you assh0l-s got on pain meds
i was actin’ all brain dead
while you f-ckers cut your dang head
i was actin’ all brain dead

[verse 2]
silently a hater, but love tyler the creator
why can’t he call me f-g, i’d love if he say sh-t
about me, how we gon’ have a problem, c-cksuckers
y’all don’t understand the implications of being my mom’s f-cker
adopted, guess my first parents didn’t want me
i wonder if that’s why my real father c-ck-eats
he prolly left on a motherf-cking trolley
eating brocolli with somebody named molly
tired of people not knowing me, i need a good name
i can’t live a good life without some d-mn fame
so i try to fit in, call some dumbasses f-ggots
slap d-cks, maggots, cr-p on rappers
the third coming of marshall mathers is here
with blonde hair, ’cause the f-cking b-st-rd ass here
won’t do it himself, so i have to now
oh, you so mad at me, why can’t you f-gs cool down
[chorus]
while you f-ggots used to make beds
i was actin’ all brain dead
while you b-tches got yo’ face red
i was actin’ all brain dead
while you assh0l-s got on pain meds
i was actin’ all brain dead
while you f-ckers cut your dang head
i was actin’ all brain dead

[verse 3]
k!ll a b-tch till his whole body bag is dead
my words stab you in the head whether you f-g or les
till you drag your legs across the floor
i f-cked your mom, now she’s a godd-mn wh0re
me, your father and the d-mn mailman
i don’t care at all if i go to jail, and
you can say all the sh-t you wanna, i still don’t give a f-ck
tonight, i’m gonna go and steal your b-tch’s stuff
i may not be as shady as slim, but trust me, i’m both
far as i know, your mom is gonna be my ho
sike, yo i don’t f-ck with f-ggots’ moms
that is all, maybe i’m gonna have to fall
down on the ground because i’m too d-mn tall
to stand still, but i’m a cool man, but all
you b-tches want beef, well you gonna get it
and trust me, dumbass rappers, i hate people b-tchin’
[chorus]
while you f-ggots used to make beds
i was actin’ all brain dead
while you b-tches got yo’ face red
i was actin’ all brain dead
while you assh0l-s got on pain meds
i was actin’ all brain dead
while you f-ckers cut your dang head
i was actin’ all brain dead

[outro]
haha
i’m just playin’, em. you know i luh’ you

- a t lil bro

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