Brain Dead Flow

(álbum: Stifler - 2011)

I think junior high's when everything started changing
Started drawing curtains, turned into a caveman
A brain dead teenager that brain fed
Off attention from any girl he heard gave head
Became well known but they all knew my plans
Have 'em over after school, I'd fuck 'em and then jet
The asshole boyfriend strikes again
Opted out as the kid you never trust again
And take you, trust ya friends and they all fall for me
Just a pawn in my game like you said, but I'm all for it
I bring 'em all down to the basement to drown
At the bottom of the bottle where the message is found
And no breath, somebody please control me
I'm just a stupid cunt girl too drunk for my own knees
Just look at the way they folding, buckle to the floor
Oh we got more vodka? I ain't drunk no more
The problem with hormones when the doors close
Added with a couple drinks just subtracts the clothes
But, I don't see a problem with that equation
Why you think I had you over? For some good conversation?
"Don't tell your friends, I'm not a whore"
I'm sure you aren't honey go ahead now lock the door

The south fool, change my style change the weather
The south fool, change your mind just too clever
The south fool, all the weak styles I sever
Combining two styles on the mic with master killer
I'm sure you aren't honey go ahead now lock the door
The south fool, change my style change the weather
The south fool, change your mind just too clever
The south fool, all the weak styles I sever
Combining two styles on the mic with master killer