Flavor unit, it's time to attack the prey So make way for hip-hop's green beret Bring on the refills, you see we feel The name of the brain game is
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me, and I'ma chill, Can't nobody stop a nigga from makin' a mill', If I wanna put the Platinum off in the grill, Maybe tryna find a bitch or two I wanna drill
' motherfuckers laid out with they brains hangin' Straight gettin' down for mine And I'll fuck up a bitch 'cause I don't mind dyin' So feel me, drill
Burns my body - Bleeding Scorns me from inside out And those thousand faces Memories that I hide Feel it carving the surface Drilling through your mind
long And I've decided that something's gotta be done I've listened carefully but there's other things That interest me instead Maybe, I could just drill
Makes my blood perspire You got my body flaming Like a California fire Pulsing, pounding, pushing No longer in control The heatwave in my brain Smolder
end I fear I'll find the evident So horrible, so horrible To clear my thoughts I drill a hole into my skull Clean up my brains And sweep them underneath
, No escape,no orifice,they're only drained through their eyes! The mindless thoughts and afterglow,the scars that's left behind, Drilled upon the cranium
Getting too late, nothing can wait Pick up the pace, the clock is ticking Losing this race, feeling like a waste Taking up space, my brain is sticking
They're gonna break me down Till the broad daylight comes through Breathe out, come alive Give me a reason to feel Take my eyes and paint my bones Drill my brain
hoes, they know how I roll In that new Rolls with the suicide doors 22 inch chrome, a nigga money low You try to touch me, I put out, ya get ya brains
game And the thrill's still hotter than flame What I spill cause drama to brains And I bill drop bombs on ya lane Killa Hill, still honor the name The drill
like Cinderella when I'm shootin' hoops Why oh why do memories keep chasin' me? Sometimes it makes me wanna grab my shit and flee Sometimes I wanna blow my brains
it's the hinde that has gotten in me whatever's got into me I don't mind your dreams of getting the pill, you are literally getting the drill spitting
little lune tns who got in him inhaling a few migraines He stays on the shells and denims Beyond his wildest fantasies never really thought he'd be drilling
me Good, I never liked you our friendship was make believe I'm peeling the mask back and revealing the rap thespian Feeling my organs drilling distorted
When I run a vagrant route, you spacin' out With no family to react when your brains is out And when I click this out you know the drill This mic a shiv