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• Artiste: Madchild
• Titre: Brain Dead
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I smash bars like it's crash up derby Fuck groupie sluts, dog my ass so dirty Act 21 bitch, but I'm over 30 I love doin' drugs, I don't go to bed early I quit doin' drugs, I can feel my brain meltin' Talk into myself, but these talks ain't helpin' Watching a racial porn, I do not feel filthy Fuck anything that walks with 3 holes, I'm so guilty Lookin' in the mirror like "Help me" My reflection walked away, that bitch's selfish Relentless, bent on the helpless I'm heartless, not true, but I'm filled up with darkness Ripped up and stomped on, avoid me like swamp rats No contact, I ain't fucking short bitch I'm compact How could I be so popular and lonely? Don't even need to fuck, just someone that'll hold me Girl to hold my head and tell that I'm not a monster Now you know the answer, why I fuck at every concert I just wanna punch out I just wanna lunch out Grab somebody by the throat Cut their fucking tongues out Put a potato on the barrel for the mufflin' Put it to my temple, I seduce you with my sufferin' I just wanna punch out I just wanna lunch out Grab somebody by the throat Cut their fucking tongue out Rape me like a female ape with force entry Grab my cock and tell me you love me but do it gently Put some cocaine on the table, yes please, tempt me Instead I drive at night all alone, I'm so empty I must be the most miserable alive Avoiding conversations till I wither up and die You see the snakes slither to the flies See the maggots in the skull start crawlin' out the eyes Euphoric gorror to a dull and blackened background Swingin' with the Louisville Slugger, I won't back down Brain dead, my aim's bad, focus - blurred and foggy Realizes age, hit the sauna and start jogging Suicide king, call my next of kin But I feel excellent as long as I'm on Dexedrine The beast tastings, available on East Hastings Feel spacey, memories are racing I just wanna punch out I just wanna lunch out Grab somebody by the throat Cut their fucking tongue out Put a potato on the barrel for the mufflin' Put it to my temple, I seduce you with my sufferin' I just wanna punch out I just wanna lunch out Grab somebody by the throat Cut their fucking tongues out Put a potato on the barrel for the mufflin' Put it to my temple, I seduce you with my sufferin'