BrainRot - Chade

BrainRot, Fuckin rot your Brain when you act up

Try to step to me motherfucker 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 motherfucker I’ll spit on you

Lik the kid that I bit in first grade be a bitch to you

Put your had to me knee till it splits, put a stitch in you

BrainRot, Fuckin rot your Brain when you act up

Try to step to me motherfucker better back up

Come across me on a path that’s some bad luck

Black cat, black sheep, white kid, spazzed up

BrainRot, Fuckin rot your Brain when you act up

Try to step to me motherfucker 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 shit 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 motherfucker why I hate you

Yeah

BrainRot, Fuckin rot your Brain when you act up

Try to step to me motherfucker better back up

Come across me on a path that’s some bad luck

Black cat, black sheep, white kid, spazzed up

BrainRot, Fuckin rot your Brain when you act up

Try to step to me motherfucker better back up

Come across me on a path that’s some bad luck

Black cat, black sheep, white kid, spazzed up

Yeah

Don’t worry bout me tho

Stomp my feet on your head till you’re Q. Tarantino

Yeah

Kick box you in chinos

Talk back again head blown off like greedo, uh

I’m here with the trio

Me and two voices

Above all the people, yeah

Get crushed like a cheeto

You get popped like a bag of doritos

You’re corny like a bag of some fritos

You always miss like Shaq on the free throw

I’m getting pissed like Chuck berry on speedball

I’ll have you laid out like the statue in Rio

BrainRot, Fuckin rot your Brain when you act up

Try to step to me motherfucker better back up

Come across me on a path that’s some bad luck

Black cat, black sheep, white kid, spazzed up

BrainRot, Fuckin rot your Brain when you act up

Try to step to me motherfucker better back up

Come across me on a path that’s some bad luck

Black cat, black sheep, white kid, spazzed up

Nobody.

I’m nobody.

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.*