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a.t. (lil' bro) - breain dead lyrics

[chorus]
while you f+ggots used to make beds
i was actin’ all brain dead
while you b+tches got yo’ face red
i was actin’ all brain dead
while you assh0l+s got on pain meds
i was actin’ all brain dead
while you f+ckers cut your dang head
i was actin’ all brain dead

[verse 1]
called up my best friend, he said i wasn’t spitting’
on my last few songs, but i still f+ck his b+tches
cuttin’ this wrist because i got depressed over f+g reviewers
my raps were too weird for them so i grabbed a foolish
one choked him by the throat and told him that he ain’t a lookie
you rappers want a cookie, here’s my d+mn sister’s p+ssy
you rappers are just a bunch of f+ggotty ass rookies
who are shook because i dissed you, now you want some good beef
god called me last night and said i had to stop
stop all the rap? like you said, my assh0l+ mom
is still alive, i haven’t quite murdered her with words yet
perfect, stupid ass, you f+cking worthless
try sh+t, audibly talking about vicodins
but i just can’t wrap my head around these f+cking sightseers
looking at me like i got the motherf+cking problem
for calling you b+tches f+ggots, b+tch, shut the f+ck up, you started it
[chorus]
while you f+ggots used to make beds
i was actin’ all brain dead
while you b+tches got yo’ face red
i was actin’ all brain dead
while you assh0l+s got on pain meds
i was actin’ all brain dead
while you f+ckers cut your dang head
i was actin’ all brain dead

[verse 2]
silently a hater, but love tyler the creator
why can’t he call me f+g, i’d love if he say sh+t
about me, how we gon’ have a problem, c+cksuckers
y’all don’t understand the implications of being my mom’s f+cker
adopted, guess my first parents didn’t want me
i wonder if that’s why my real father c+ck+eats
he prolly left on a motherf+cking trolley
eating brocolli with somebody named molly
tired of people not knowing me, i need a good name
i can’t live a good life without some d+mn fame
so i try to fit in, call some dumbasses f+ggots
slap d+cks, maggots, cr+p on rappers
the third coming of marshall mathers is here
with blonde hair, ’cause the f+cking b+st+rd ass here
won’t do it himself, so i have to now
oh, you so mad at me, why can’t you f+gs cool down
[chorus]
while you f+ggots used to make beds
i was actin’ all brain dead
while you b+tches got yo’ face red
i was actin’ all brain dead
while you assh0l+s got on pain meds
i was actin’ all brain dead
while you f+ckers cut your dang head
i was actin’ all brain dead

[verse 3]
k!ll a b+tch till his whole body bag is dead
my words stab you in the head whether you f+g or les
till you drag your legs across the floor
i f+cked your mom, now she’s a godd+mn wh0re
me, your father and the d+mn mailman
i don’t care at all if i go to jail, and
you can say all the sh+t you wanna, i still don’t give a f+ck
tonight, i’m gonna go and steal your b+tch’s stuff
i may not be as shady as slim, but trust me, i’m both
far as i know, your mom is gonna be my ho
sike, yo i don’t f+ck with f+ggots’ moms
that is all, maybe i’m gonna have to fall
down on the ground because i’m too d+mn tall
to stand still, but i’m a cool man, but all
you b+tches want beef, well you gonna get it
and trust me, dumbass rappers, i hate people b+tchin’
[chorus]
while you f+ggots used to make beds
i was actin’ all brain dead
while you b+tches got yo’ face red
i was actin’ all brain dead
while you assh0l+s got on pain meds
i was actin’ all brain dead
while you f+ckers cut your dang head
i was actin’ all brain dead

[outro]
haha
i’m just playin’, em. you know i luh’ you

- a t lil bro lyrics

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