Madchild - Brainstorm

BRAINSTORM

I'm the all seem high beam creature of the north star
Dark force family from Warsaw with war scars
Extraterrestrial a short beast
War chief, now that I am home I'm causing more grief
Cannibal I catch my prey and have a warm feast
From Grotesque to obese to thin fucking cold freaks in gold sheets


Can't help it I'm self-destructive
When I rip myself apart that's when I'm so productive
It's fucked up - when I say I fucked up again
Falling on my face, then I get back up again
Guess I'm addicted to the suffering
Pop six bufferin and get back to hustling
I'm a beast not a man sinister with love
I'm wise as a serpent but innocent as doves

Lyrically unloading thoughts so hot they're exploding
Your styles so old it's corroding
Right like capote high on peyote
Eyes popping out like the Wile E. Coyote
Not one iota or one guy older
Or one guy younger has the hunger that I'm holding
In my city or my side of the country I'm the greatest
That's it point blank flat out no debating

I'm in the mood to work not in the mood to play
I'm never putting off tomorrow what I can do today
And I ain't following no rules so there's no rules to break
I got rules to break and All these fools are fake ey
Lucifers a liar setting fires all the time
Misguided angel I'm inspiring your mind
The weekend it is here
The kids are doing drugs
At the clubs having fun while I'm busy spewing blood
I'd love to stick my cock into the mouths of all these girls
But I'm busy working on my plan of conquering the world
And I don't give a fuck about these dwarfs they got short vision
My focus razor sharp now the mountain lords risen

Lyrically unloading thoughts so hot they're exploding
Your styles so old it's corroding
Wrote like capote high on peyote
Eyes popping out like their Wile E. Coyote's
Not one iota a one guy older
Or one guy younger has the hunger that I'm holding
In my city or my side of the country I am the
greatest
that's it point blank flat out no debating

Hearts are full of joy thinking it will never end
While the kids are taking pills dancing in the devils den
Right now I'm at 3 trying to get to level 10
Other local rappers worried about the parties and the friends
That's why I'm alone that's why I'm at home
That's why I ain't answering these texts on my phone
Half these messages they are from girls that wanna bone
Eventually they'll quit , go out and look for others clones
And I still be right here writing up a storm
When I'm ready to spit lighting I get Viking on the horn
I ain't finished writing meet me at the chamber
He'll ask me how It went I'll say rappers are in danger

Lyrically unloading thoughts so hot they're exploding
Your styles so old it's corroding
Write like capote high on peyote
Eyes popping out like their Wile E. Coyote's
Not one iota a one guy older
Or one guy younger has the hunger that I'm holding
In my city of my side or my side of the country I am the greatest
That's it point blank flat out no debating

Written by:
Robin Hopper, Shane Ralph

Publisher:
Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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