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intro)
yeah, man
these voices in my head
they won’t f_ckin’ get out
smoke a cigarette, relapse, whatever, i don’t know, man
just a f_ckin’ white boy who wants to be a rapper, b_tch
i don’t know, man, uh. just listen to the f_ckin’ music

(verse 1)

these f_ckin’ voices, d_mn, these choices
i’ma only pick one, ‘cause i ain’t got a rolls_royce, b_tch
and homie, i’m not your motherf_ckin’ average white boy
so many people wanna start a f_ckin’ fight, boy
oh, come on, brian, just light the d_mn cig, boy
f_ck no, b_tch, i ain’t yo f_ckin’ toy
i’ma get my f_ckin’ rap troops to deploy
gon’ bomb yo ass in the f_ckin’ street, boy
there’s blood in thе grass and yo feet, boy
you think chicks wanna eat yo meat like porkloin?
nah, b_tch, you too bland, you need somе la choy
to go with your rice and seaweed grass
and i also broke the d_mn f_ckin’ glass
went inside there and f_ckin’ whooped yo ass
yeah, man, this f_ckin’ sh_t is rap
oh, brian, stop ignoring, she’ll never love you back
shut the f_ck up, f_g, before i f_ckin’ whoop yo ass
with a gun or a mag, 16, i just broke his f_ckin’ spleen
(it was just an accident)
i just motherf_ckin’ crushed his f_ckin’ dreams
but he deserved it, ‘cause he never f_ckin’ stopped
sayin’ dumb f_ckin’ sh_t like, “she’ll never love you, b_tch,”
but guess what, man, i f_ckin’ get it
so stop sayin’ i’m throwin’ a fit
when you be the one who’s suckin’ my d_ck
(hook) x2

these voices go la_la_la
smoke that like za_za_za
f_ck her in the ass like na_na_na
it’s brian f_cking brys like la_la_la
these voices go la_la_la
smoke that like za_za_za
f_ck her in the ass like na_na_na
it’s brian f_cking brys like la_la_la

(verse 2)

you call me a f_ckin’ boy, b_tch, you pr_ck, go suck a f_ckin’ fat bag of d_mn d_cks
you pr_ck, you b_tch, you f_ckin’ stupid piece of sh_t, is that it? no, it’s f_ckin’ not, you stupid d_ck
are you a f_ckin’ c_ck sucker who f_ckin’ sucks c_ck?
well, i have a mind full of f_ckin’ d_mn bad thoughts
not, not like that, b_tch, are you a motherf_ckin’ bot?
i’d never think of that, not even in a locked room
or even when i’m d_mn entombed
all you f_ckin’ do is say, “more lube.”
my voices say, “brian, get new shoes,”
even though i already got the f_ckin’ hey dudes
i just bought ‘em this d_mn f_ckin’ afternoon
yeah, b_tch, i make all the ladies swoon
even whenever i’m just a motherf_ckin’ gloom
y, b_tch, who just raps and sh_t
they still like me even if i rap my bit
‘cause they don’t give a sh_t ‘bout my fit
i could be wearing a gold chain, and they wouldn’t even fret ‘n’ sh_t
(hook) x2

- brianrapz

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