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Brainfood Lyrics - Artist : CZARFACE
Yup, yup, that's okay, still five hours before dinner
Throw in the towel this is a murder most foul When the verses go blaow Heavy lies the cowl, of the king; the ruler; Overlord the jeweler, but this ain't a rope chain its cooler Yo, this lands my dominion, your man is a minion, listen This ain't for your girl to see this between the world and me My style is, coast the page with the malice I'm an ink slinger you a drink bringer get my chalice I stand and fight, my stance is panther-like Cold world and [?] the same shade as anthracite Look and see bars are candy coated maybe sugar free My acapella a novella I should be on Book TV I go to war, but I radiate peace I got faith in your release, like an atheist priest You can't baby a beast The laboratory's dark, the sword is sharp Longer than a forty part story arc Make a move, your brain is food and I don't think that it's a crime Make a move, your brain is food and I don't think that it's a crime Yup, yup, that's okay, still five hours before dinner What?-dinner-dinner-dinner Yup, yup, that's okay, still five hours before dinner Your new bars lukewarm this is pizza oven I lean a fiend eyes bulged cheeks sucked in Praise it like the second Jesus coming To me it's nothing You hear the music gets scary when the beast is coming Bring it to your face no 3D glasses Airing out bombs like TD passes Splash in a mint green Aston GT mashing CZARFACE CD blastin' Verbal intercourse colder than the Winter Warz Hard bars lock you in like a prison door Haters they jell, oh well I don't care about 'em Hated since 12, yeah I take the air out 'em That mean the oxygen Arsonist they charging them The Czarface dodging the case with Ray Donovan Full time mind blower eyes on the soldier Get the money, get the girls, strike a pose on a poster And I'm ghost son Make a move, your brain is food and I don't think that it's a crime Hey guys, all of a sudden I'm real hungry |
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