Young Cellski - Brain Dead lyrics

Verse 1: I need to see the psych cuz a n***a goin' psycho I tried commitin' suicide on my motorcycle My mother keeps telling me a n***a needs to quit She say its all an act but I'm really a lunatic My b**h say its cuz a n***a smoke way too much weed But when I'm high as f** I gotta see a n***a bleed My consience keeps tellin me to do some crazy sh** Walk up to a pack and shank the devils then I split I think it's something goin wrong with my brain I'm having split personalities like Razing Cane The Taker, and Mr, Predictor side-by-side So to send my love to Dr.Jekyll and Mr.Hyde Theres somethin that make a n***a wanna keep on blastin' Voices in my head keep tellin' me I'm Charles Manson It feels like the demons have took over my soul My body's hella warm but my face is hella cold I'm stressin, I'm sweatin just like a f**in hog At the house with dank and candles starin at the walls They closin in on a n***a as I keep on blinkin A n***a's brain dead and my brain ain't thinkin Cuz I'm brain dead Chrous x4: (unknown demon voice) (My brain cells dead and all I think is d**h) My brain was dead, from smokin so much f**in true (My brain cells dead and all I think is d**h) My brain was dead, from smokin so much f**in true Verse 2: Man, it's like a jungle sometimes that makes me wonder Why I'm on the turf everyday with a nine on the under Or maybe its the dank thats got a n***a trippin loc At night-time I dream about n***as gettin smoked Merciless thoughts in my head, already brain dead So why should I give a f** bout what the next n***a said Cuz a n***a should already know Livin up in that town of San Fran-psycho Where n***as go on mission to k**,grab my steel then caps I peel n***as couldn't f** wit Cell cuz a n***a just to real Comin straight from the lunatic village creepin through the fog With my mug on mean, sippin on some mad dog Gone like a motherf**a, wit this 9 millimeter ready to start somethin Havin '89 flash backs When the bay was on heavily and a n***a did his first jack 5 years later the same old sh** Been selling dope for years and still ain't rich, nowww What the f** should a n***a do Just get my mail in the View and stay in the game and be true Because I'm in it to win it keep these gold thangs spinnin On these marks, got a ruger pull the trigga that has no heart And as I put that nine to a n***a head As I BUCK BUCK that n***a is straight brain dead (demon voice talking) Verse 3: Not givin a f** about my life because I'm hellbound Sick in this game from all the motherf**in pain that I grew up around The unpredictable the psychotic gangsta Quickest buck to bank y, out this game i'll take ya With no remore because I got some type of showin pity Just call me that 1994 version of Frank Nitty Now did I do em? thats what I got these n***as wonderin But unpredictable won't let em know just how I'm comin So if you see me you best if you just break west Because this shredder out this tech is bout to blow a hole in ya vest Into your chest with explosion Straight gangsta notion gave me the go ahead I smoked him and watched his blood soak into the concrete As he screamed like a b**h begging me for mercy But I'm not the one to punk the game, so I took aim At his brain, and now hes brain dead mayne (demon voice until the end)