voices - brianrapz lyrics
intro)
yeah, man
these voices in my head
they won’t f*ckin’ get out
smoke a cigarette, relapse, whatever, i don’t know, man
just a f*ckin’ white boy who wants to be a rapper, b*tch
i don’t know, man, uh. just listen to the f*ckin’ music
(verse 1)
these f*ckin’ voices, d*mn, these choices
i’ma only pick one, ‘cause i ain’t got a rolls*royce, b*tch
and homie, i’m not your motherf*ckin’ average white boy
so many people wanna start a f*ckin’ fight, boy
oh, come on, brian, just light the d*mn cig, boy
f*ck no, b*tch, i ain’t yo f*ckin’ toy
i’ma get my f*ckin’ rap troops to deploy
gon’ bomb yo ass in the f*ckin’ street, boy
there’s blood in thе grass and yo feet, boy
you think chicks wanna eat yo meat like porkloin?
nah, b*tch, you too bland, you need somе la choy
to go with your rice and seaweed grass
and i also broke the d*mn f*ckin’ glass
went inside there and f*ckin’ whooped yo ass
yeah, man, this f*ckin’ sh*t is rap
oh, brian, stop ignoring, she’ll never love you back
shut the f*ck up, f*g, before i f*ckin’ whoop yo ass
with a gun or a mag, 16, i just broke his f*ckin’ spleen
(it was just an accident)
i just motherf*ckin’ crushed his f*ckin’ dreams
but he deserved it, ‘cause he never f*ckin’ stopped
sayin’ dumb f*ckin’ sh*t like, “she’ll never love you, b*tch,”
but guess what, man, i f*ckin’ get it
so stop sayin’ i’m throwin’ a fit
when you be the one who’s suckin’ my d*ck
(hook) x2
these voices go la*la*la
smoke that like za*za*za
f*ck her in the ass like na*na*na
it’s brian f*cking brys like la*la*la
these voices go la*la*la
smoke that like za*za*za
f*ck her in the ass like na*na*na
it’s brian f*cking brys like la*la*la
(verse 2)
you call me a f*ckin’ boy, b*tch, you pr*ck, go suck a f*ckin’ fat bag of d*mn d*cks
you pr*ck, you b*tch, you f*ckin’ stupid piece of sh*t, is that it? no, it’s f*ckin’ not, you stupid d*ck
are you a f*ckin’ c*ck sucker who f*ckin’ sucks c*ck?
well, i have a mind full of f*ckin’ d*mn bad thoughts
not, not like that, b*tch, are you a motherf*ckin’ bot?
i’d never think of that, not even in a locked room
or even when i’m d*mn entombed
all you f*ckin’ do is say, “more lube.”
my voices say, “brian, get new shoes,”
even though i already got the f*ckin’ hey dudes
i just bought ‘em this d*mn f*ckin’ afternoon
yeah, b*tch, i make all the ladies swoon
even whenever i’m just a motherf*ckin’ gloom
y, b*tch, who just raps and sh*t
they still like me even if i rap my bit
‘cause they don’t give a sh*t ‘bout my fit
i could be wearing a gold chain, and they wouldn’t even fret ‘n’ sh*t
(hook) x2
these voices go la*la*la
smoke that like za*za*za
f*ck her in the ass like na*na*na
it’s brian f*cking brys like la*la*la
these voices go la*la*la
smoke that like za*za*za
f*ck her in the ass like na*na*na
it’s brian f*cking brys like la*la*la
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