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brainless - fujisawa lyrics

[intro: archer productions]
we all know the atomic bomb is very dangerous
since it may be used against us, we must get ready for it

[verse 1: fujisawa]
motherf*ckers, i’m steamin’ hot
with a knot in my throat
inhaling pot with the dead doc
wearin’ a black tank top and a topknot
flow vomits in your face, competitors fall n’ egg at my waist
and it’s loose, but you t*rds better be careful how you choose yours, f*cking chick’n
wait, i’m recallin’ sh*t
like that time i bit a lesbo’s shin, shi
my head’s has always been a still vacant, empty bin
but how’d you get so stress’d to make a mess as the day progresses
angry and addresses it on all of jason’s exes
and when you have no*thing
it gets bo*ring, no o*ring, p*ssing and plaything
thought you were into those things
you blonde dumb hoes
all i got is d*ck for you to come blow
on, oh no, valid sh*t*shot at life
you come back mild
nine thousand miles from a bar with miles
and she’s suckin’ a d*ck while your son’s dyin’
so you wild n’ brick on spot at your wife
[interlude: archer productions]
it could knock you down hard or throw you against a tree or a wall

[verse 2: fujisawa]
then slice and gash, cut and slash
wipe a f*gs’ ass with a wet wipe
then grab a whip and beat the sh*t out of him
then kick back, in fact grab 6 mags
from my bag while i sit back and bask
as i pull out my pack, i scream
“my head’s out, b*tch, l!ck, kiss it, say that sh*t, you c*ck sucking kiss ass, f*cking b*tch”
and i know if i had kept my head up my ass
i woulda accomplished every f*cking task
walking back as i hold my ball sack
like every celt back then
placing bets on the b*tch who’s more likely to k!ll and skin

[interlude: archer productions]
now, we must be ready for a new danger: the atomic bomb

[verse 3: fujisawa]
becoming like motherf*cking buffalo bill
b*tch, that’s me!
skinnin’ every skinny blonde b*tch i see
pushin’ quadriplegics into christmas’ sh*t
in a bathtub with chris
and then first is to k!ll
then to p*ss on ’em and lastly recite a f*ckin’ skit
from motherf*cking nightmare on elm street
animal instinct, cannibalistic, i just ran out of pink lipstick
man i’m a twisted, sick
s*d*stic, son of a b*tch, 666
tried to k!ll myself twice this week
it’s usually tris per three weeks
and wow, now sh*t’s complete
you’re nothing against me
a complete brainless f*ck, n’ that’s me
hope on day you’ll understand this sh*t
you motherf*cking little h0m* piece of sucking n’ sh*tting d*cks
[interlude; archer productions]
if you’re not ready and do not know what to do, it could hurt you in different ways

[verse 4: fujisawa]
always overtop, on the top
with salty snot falling out from my nose
onto a trans*a*vest o’ bot
g*nius on the spot
bending words and worlds backwards
feminists demandin’ to stop me from sayin’ all this f*cked sh*t
and i say, “no, i don’t have no brain or brawns, you f*cking man*b*tch”, manb*tch?
and f*gs, when they’re p*ssed at fu* *cher? her? him?
is it you? is it them?
all i can say is
“wasn’t me, fuji said to do it again!”
sawa’s my colleague sawin’ ’em
only sh*t i got is an orange locked in my 4*inch storage
strangely munching on the door hinges while holdin’ a syringe
then eating slorange porridge on top of a lozenge with georgie
while stitching four green linchpins up his r*ct*m’s door
and scr*w*ng to the bedroom wall a motherf*cking ninja sword
something’s wrong with my brain
ain’t sane havin’ a millennium titanium
uranium, traumanium, instantaneous throwing gun barrel and rum tantrums cranium
’cause havin’ a brain?
thank god that i don’t
’cause i’d probably be dumber
now i’m alone again but fujisawa’s back on the motherf*cking road again
officially f*cking back, yeah
[interlude: archer productions]
remember what to do, friends!
now tell me right out loud, what are you supposed to do when you see “the antichrist”?

[outro]
ha*ha! i’m just playing with y’all
i love all normal people
yeah
haven’t wildened out like this in a very long time

- fujisawa lyrics

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