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Sprained Brain [Beat needs 1.25 speed]
- Polyeurethane brain, drained till insane by rain and so much disdain
- Here we go again, let's take a little spin, to a flow that's composed of tin
- Strong like titanium, but wrong in the cranium, with long drawn out ways of sprayin' em
- Splayin' 'em open, then smokin' 'em like dope then, roping on some words
- Groping on some nerds, then eloping with the birds, I said I'm coping with the absurd
- I'm never ever heard, just a clever severed verb that delivers severed nerves
- Right in your head, bright light instead, now you're dead, then it shifts red
- Welcome to my level, yes come, I'm the devil, a young rebel with an agenda
- To rend and bend ya, then lend ya soul to a role of furthering all my goals
- To spread a little discord, rip the brittle ripcord, then hit the middle, with wit and shit to diddle
- Your time, as it passes just like glasses, burns right up with the past tense
- I said it's gone, too little too late, so riddle me this of my fate, how can I fuck myself celibate
- How can I stay up late and contemplate a template to mew a few new sinew chin plates?
- I said I want to spit, so I did a split then fit a tit to my forehead, yes a red head in bed
- With a dead stead and a guy named Ned, who tamed a lion named Fred
- If I'm lying I'm dying, no wait get the gate, Fred got out and a bitch got ate
- In a ditch I masturbate, to irate Iranians drinking blood like Transylvanians
- With rich overlords, hovering over pitch doors, as the poor hitch to stitch morgues
- I'm not crazy, just caught in a spot hazy, trying to remain stably able to erase the,
- Thoughts that cause a lot of knots, twisted spots of cooking pots, that sear my ear
- With deadly cancers, steadily, readily preying on my answers, to life's problems
- So in strife, I grip knife and smile while I solve them, I absolve them, then devolve them
- To a puddle of muck, grab a cup and suck it all up, then evolve ten feat bigger (not meant to be feet, feat)
- Than any trigger wriggling' mister, who whips a pistol gripper for any young tripper
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