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letra de brainrot - chade

brainrot, f-ckin rot your brain when you act up
try to step to me motherf-cker better back up
come across me on a path that’s some bad luck
black cat, black sheep, white kid, spazzed up

talk about tools not a gun that i whip
i’ll come at your head with an actual wrench
put a muzzle on me and i’ll chomp at the bit
my gums are stingin from the venom i spit
smack you so many times till every part of me’s hitting you
i’m out of pocket like charlemagne interviews
your music is trash i can hardly get into you
i make the music that i want to listen to
i’ll rot your brain out like meth when i get to you
you stand up to me motherf-cker i’ll spit on you
likе the kid that i bit in first grade be a b-tch to you
put your hеad to me knee till it splits, put a stitch in you

brainrot, f-ckin rot your brain when you act up
try to step to me motherf-cker better back up
come across me on a path that’s some bad luck
black cat, black sheep, white kid, spazzed up
brainrot, f-ckin rot your brain when you act up
try to step to me motherf-cker better back up
come across me on a path that’s some bad luck
black cat, black sheep, white kid, spazzed up
if you’re blowin smoke, then i’m comin with fire
wrapped smokey the bear in a spool of barbed wire
like a carton of milk in a school lunch you’re expired
i’m sorry to say my torch burns a bit brighter
yeah
its a wipeout
that’s how it will be when i knock your lights out
like a drunk dad when you fail at the tryouts
the last thing you’ll see’s my pale fist, that’s a whiteout
i do not care if you’re talking sh-t to me
i’m way above the point where that gets to me
wash your mouth out with soap and some listerine
you can hear me three states away if i’m whispering
talk about the gun that you keep on your waist ooh
you’re like litter just need my bare hands to waste you
won’t stop gobblin like a turkey imma baste you
disfigure you so bad they’ll need a clone to replace you
hit you so hard you’ll be knocked into phase 2
i can’t see anything past my own face to give thanks to
so ask me again motherf-cker why i hate you
yeah

people look at you today, 20 years later, and they still have no idea what you’re about. tell me in a sentence, who you are
n0body. i’m n0body. i’m a tramp, a bum, a hobo. i’m a boxcar and a jug of wine. and a straight razor if you get too close to me

- chade

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