[Chorus: Chuckklez]
I can't seem to control my brain
I-I can't seem to control my brain
I-I can't seem to control my brain
When it comes to shocking murders I turn insane
I can't seem to control my brain
I-I can't seem to control my brain
I-I can't seem to control my brain
When it comes to shocking murders I turn insane
[Verse 1: Chuckklez]
Nothing seems to be alright, what floats around my fractured brain
'Cause I woke up in my bedroom lying on top of a fucking grizzly scene
With a hooker that's right next to me, all beheaded from the shoulders
Fucking ass-naked beneath the sheets was causing me to have a wicked boner
I don't give a damn if y'all call me sick or the way that I do this to kill a bitch
I'm a loony burly boogeyman in the flesh
Use knees and a Sirus as I hack you to death
Rather by knife or rather by chainsaw
It doesn't even matter cause I'm really gonna brainwash
Leave you brutalized in your very own home
With your tongue ripped out with a hatchet through your dome
See I don't really like to use fucking guns
'Cause to give y'all a quick death isn't any fun
Instead I'll go Bateman on all you fake niggas
Who be fucking with the wrong ones for retarded reasons
And the way that you end up isn't any pleasant when your hanging from a noose with a mouth-full intestines
You should've manned up and never acted like a trick
But again you talked shit and now you made my fucking list
No one will identify me for these heinous shocking murders
Especially all your weak-ass pigs because they're nothing more but failures
Which will take them fucking years with no clues to find out where they be
When I'm chilling with the homie Rozz smoking on some good-ass lemon tree
I can't seem to control my brain
I-I can't seem to control my brain
I-I can't seem to control my brain
When it comes to shocking murders I turn insane
I can't seem to control my brain
I-I can't seem to control my brain
I-I can't seem to control my brain
When it comes to shocking murders I turn insane
[Verse 1: Chuckklez]
Nothing seems to be alright, what floats around my fractured brain
'Cause I woke up in my bedroom lying on top of a fucking grizzly scene
With a hooker that's right next to me, all beheaded from the shoulders
Fucking ass-naked beneath the sheets was causing me to have a wicked boner
I don't give a damn if y'all call me sick or the way that I do this to kill a bitch
I'm a loony burly boogeyman in the flesh
Use knees and a Sirus as I hack you to death
Rather by knife or rather by chainsaw
It doesn't even matter cause I'm really gonna brainwash
Leave you brutalized in your very own home
With your tongue ripped out with a hatchet through your dome
See I don't really like to use fucking guns
'Cause to give y'all a quick death isn't any fun
Instead I'll go Bateman on all you fake niggas
Who be fucking with the wrong ones for retarded reasons
And the way that you end up isn't any pleasant when your hanging from a noose with a mouth-full intestines
You should've manned up and never acted like a trick
But again you talked shit and now you made my fucking list
No one will identify me for these heinous shocking murders
Especially all your weak-ass pigs because they're nothing more but failures
Which will take them fucking years with no clues to find out where they be
When I'm chilling with the homie Rozz smoking on some good-ass lemon tree
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