Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song BrainRot, artist - ChadeDate of issue: 14.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
BrainRot |
| BrainRot, Fuckin rot your Brain when you act up |
| Try to step to me motherfucker better back up |
| Come across me on a path that’s some bad luck |
| Black cat, black sheep, white kid, spazzed up |
| Talk about tools not a gun that I whip |
| I’ll come at your head with an actual wrench |
| Put a muzzle on me and I’ll chomp at the bit |
| My gums are stingin from the venom I spit |
| Smack you so many times till every part of me’s hitting you |
| I’m out of pocket like Charlemagne interviews |
| Your music is trash I can hardly get into you |
| I make the music that I want to listen to |
| I’ll rot your brain out like meth when I get to you |
| You stand up to me motherfucker I’ll spit on you |
| Lik the kid that I bit in first grade be a bitch to you |
| Put your had to me knee till it splits, put a stitch in you |
| BrainRot, Fuckin rot your Brain when you act up |
| Try to step to me motherfucker better back up |
| Come across me on a path that’s some bad luck |
| Black cat, black sheep, white kid, spazzed up |
| BrainRot, Fuckin rot your Brain when you act up |
| Try to step to me motherfucker better back up |
| Come across me on a path that’s some bad luck |
| Black cat, black sheep, white kid, spazzed up |
| If you’re blowin smoke, then I’m comin with fire |
| Wrapped smokey the bear in a spool of barbed wire |
| Like a carton of milk in a school lunch you’re expired |
| I’m sorry to say my torch burns a bit brighter |
| Yeah |
| Its a wipeout |
| That’s how it will be when I knock your lights out |
| Like a drunk dad when you fail at the tryouts |
| The last thing you’ll see’s my pale fist, that’s a whiteout |
| I do not care if you’re talking shit to me |
| I’m way above the point where that gets to me |
| Wash your mouth out with soap and some Listerine |
| You can hear me three states away if I’m whispering |
| Talk about the gun that you keep on your waist ooh |
| You’re like litter just need my bare hands to waste you |
| Won’t stop gobblin like a turkey imma baste you |
| Disfigure you so bad they’ll need a clone to replace you |
| Hit you so hard you’ll be knocked into phase 2 |
| I can’t see anything past my own face to give thanks to |
| So ask me again motherfucker why I hate you |
| Yeah |
| BrainRot, Fuckin rot your Brain when you act up |
| Try to step to me motherfucker better back up |
| Come across me on a path that’s some bad luck |
| Black cat, black sheep, white kid, spazzed up |
| BrainRot, Fuckin rot your Brain when you act up |
| Try to step to me motherfucker better back up |
| Come across me on a path that’s some bad luck |
| Black cat, black sheep, white kid, spazzed up |
| Yeah |
| Don’t worry bout me tho |
| Stomp my feet on your head till you’re Q. Tarantino |
| Yeah |
| Kick box you in chinos |
| Talk back again head blown off like greedo, uh |
| I’m here with the trio |
| Me and two voices |
| Above all the people, yeah |
| Get crushed like a cheeto |
| You get popped like a bag of doritos |
| You’re corny like a bag of some fritos |
| You always miss like Shaq on the free throw |
| I’m getting pissed like Chuck berry on speedball |
| I’ll have you laid out like the statue in Rio |
| BrainRot, Fuckin rot your Brain when you act up |
| Try to step to me motherfucker better back up |
| Come across me on a path that’s some bad luck |
| Black cat, black sheep, white kid, spazzed up |
| BrainRot, Fuckin rot your Brain when you act up |
| Try to step to me motherfucker better back up |
| Come across me on a path that’s some bad luck |
| Black cat, black sheep, white kid, spazzed up |
| Nobody. |
| I’m nobody. |
| I’m a tramp, a bum, a hobo. |
| I’m a boxcar and a jug of wine. |
| And a straight razor if you get too close to me.* |