Lyrics: Tristan Lafleur-Sabourin/Bryce Albert Michael Woodcock
Music: Tristan Lafleur-Sabourin/Bryce Albert Michael Woodcock
do yo brain hang low?
way i knock it off your dome
Bet it shine when the light
hit your eye and leave you cold
when you slam on the floor then you wonder where he go
Do your brain hang low?
rick boots
Sicks shoes
E-Everything new
Six shooters on the roof
Sex troopers call em’ bitches
Same boo , same bullshit
she on me like she a doobie
Up the lips of alice cooper
Janis joplin, i see colors
i play hoola hoop with life
I got blood on every fiber
I hate y’all from every fiber of my body
i sweat spite
uh ah , from where the cold wind’s blowing off your chinpads
blooming in the mud till they quiet when you walk past
do yo brain hang low?
way i knock it off your dome
Bet it shine when the light
hit your eye and leave you cold
when you slam on the floor then you wonder where he go
Do your brain hang low?
Live by the sword you gon die by it
drive by that pussy’s crib and make a bee hive out it
cry bout it
Such a deep fake pussy we could never relate
and I got high rates you still eating off a paper plate
What, I got a buck
X coming to mark the spot and dig it out the mud
Selling my soul, light candles, write my name in ****ing blood
I do not want your handle pussy boy you not with us
and then he’s back
they stutter
the bitches scream
he’s gonn crack
pop the latch off
let go, the blick screech
it goes beep
then its black
pockets empty, paper leavin yo ass
like a bipolar wife with the kids
Spin yo block, send you down with the grim
Here goes the real goat
lord gasp whip the vehicle
like django
4 circles on a 4-door
different lingo designer the fur coat
wind blows, steel whistle, brushing souls out the window
do yo brain hang low
way i knock it off your dome
Bet it shine when the light
hit your eye and leave you cold