brianrapz - voices lyrics
intro)
yeah, man
these voices in my head
they won’t f+ckin’ get out
smoke a cigarette, relapse, whatever, i don’t know, man
just a f+ckin’ white boy who wants to be a rapper, b+tch
i don’t know, man, uh. just listen to the f+ckin’ music
(verse 1)
these f+ckin’ voices, d+mn, these choices
i’ma only pick one, ‘cause i ain’t got a rolls+royce, b+tch
and homie, i’m not your motherf+ckin’ average white boy
so many people wanna start a f+ckin’ fight, boy
oh, come on, brian, just light the d+mn cig, boy
f+ck no, b+tch, i ain’t yo f+ckin’ toy
i’ma get my f+ckin’ rap troops to deploy
gon’ bomb yo ass in the f+ckin’ street, boy
there’s blood in thе grass and yo feet, boy
you think chicks wanna eat yo meat like porkloin?
nah, b+tch, you too bland, you need somе la choy
to go with your rice and seaweed grass
and i also broke the d+mn f+ckin’ glass
went inside there and f+ckin’ whooped yo ass
yeah, man, this f+ckin’ sh+t is rap
oh, brian, stop ignoring, she’ll never love you back
shut the f+ck up, f+g, before i f+ckin’ whoop yo ass
with a gun or a mag, 16, i just broke his f+ckin’ spleen
(it was just an accident)
i just motherf+ckin’ crushed his f+ckin’ dreams
but he deserved it, ‘cause he never f+ckin’ stopped
sayin’ dumb f+ckin’ sh+t like, “she’ll never love you, b+tch,”
but guess what, man, i f+ckin’ get it
so stop sayin’ i’m throwin’ a fit
when you be the one who’s suckin’ my d+ck
(hook) x2
these voices go la+la+la
smoke that like za+za+za
f+ck her in the ass like na+na+na
it’s brian f+cking brys like la+la+la
these voices go la+la+la
smoke that like za+za+za
f+ck her in the ass like na+na+na
it’s brian f+cking brys like la+la+la
(verse 2)
you call me a f+ckin’ boy, b+tch, you pr+ck, go suck a f+ckin’ fat bag of d+mn d+cks
you pr+ck, you b+tch, you f+ckin’ stupid piece of sh+t, is that it? no, it’s f+ckin’ not, you stupid d+ck
are you a f+ckin’ c+ck sucker who f+ckin’ sucks c+ck?
well, i have a mind full of f+ckin’ d+mn bad thoughts
not, not like that, b+tch, are you a motherf+ckin’ bot?
i’d never think of that, not even in a locked room
or even when i’m d+mn entombed
all you f+ckin’ do is say, “more lube.”
my voices say, “brian, get new shoes,”
even though i already got the f+ckin’ hey dudes
i just bought ‘em this d+mn f+ckin’ afternoon
yeah, b+tch, i make all the ladies swoon
even whenever i’m just a motherf+ckin’ gloom
y, b+tch, who just raps and sh+t
they still like me even if i rap my bit
‘cause they don’t give a sh+t ‘bout my fit
i could be wearing a gold chain, and they wouldn’t even fret ‘n’ sh+t
(hook) x2
these voices go la+la+la
smoke that like za+za+za
f+ck her in the ass like na+na+na
it’s brian f+cking brys like la+la+la
these voices go la+la+la
smoke that like za+za+za
f+ck her in the ass like na+na+na
it’s brian f+cking brys like la+la+la
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