Brainfood

(albüm: Good Guys, Bad Guys - 2021)

Yup, yup, that's okay, still five hours before dinner

Throw in the towel this is a murder most foul
When the verses go blaow
Heavy lies the cowl, of the king; the ruler;
Overlord the jeweler, but this ain't a rope chain its cooler
Yo, this lands my dominion, your man is a minion, listen
This ain't for your girl to see this between the world and me
My style is, coast the page with the malice
I'm an ink slinger you a drink bringer get my chalice
I stand and fight, my stance is panther-like
Cold world and [?] the same shade as anthracite
Look and see bars are candy coated maybe sugar free
My acapella a novella I should be on Book TV
I go to war, but I radiate peace
I got faith in your release, like an atheist priest
You can't baby a beast
The laboratory's dark, the sword is sharp
Longer than a forty part story arc

Make a move, your brain is food and I don't think that it's a crime
Make a move, your brain is food and I don't think that it's a crime
Yup, yup, that's okay, still five hours before dinner
What?-dinner-dinner-dinner
Yup, yup, that's okay, still five hours before dinner

Your new bars lukewarm this is pizza oven
I lean a fiend eyes bulged cheeks sucked in
Praise it like the second Jesus coming
To me it's nothing
You hear the music gets scary when the beast is coming
Bring it to your face no 3D glasses
Airing out bombs like TD passes
Splash in a mint green Aston
GT mashing
CZARFACE CD blasting
Verbal intercourse colder than the Winter Warz
Hard bars lock you in like a prison door
Haters they jell, oh well I don't care about 'em
Hated since 12, yeah I take the air out 'em
That mean the oxygen
Arsonist they charging them
The Czarface dodging the case with Ray Donovan
Full time mind blower eyes on the soldier
Get the money, get the girls, strike a pose on a poster
And I'm ghost son

Make a move, your brain is food and I don't think that it's a crime
Hey guys, all of a sudden I'm real hungry