The Ward 2.0
By C-Mob
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[Chorus: Maserati Maeson]
BUH-RAIN
Brainsick (x3)
Brainsick Brainsick Brainsick Muzik (x2)
BRAIN
[Verse 1: Charles Xavier aka Charlie Ray aka C.Ray]
Welcome all to the cerebellum celebration
Top of the chain of food a couple of zany dudes
Whoever they blazing through the vegetation
Stop complaining you cannot contain em
Maneuver the block a payment f*ck an invitation
Cookin' hinges and i go and get the pin and slip the venom in yo medication
Have'em waiting
But not for long, drop the bomb sh*t and f*ck yo Soccer mom, Quick in VIP but see believe me none of my n*ggas furtive you we just feed em proper long di*k
Given a bit and watch her spark and catch the feelings
Simple arithmetic you aughta' respect the villain
Give me a different b*tch that I can't forget in a minute but I'ma forget her anyways if that sh*t ain't. (BRAIN,BRAINSICK)
That's who it is
New strange with our backs to the wind
New bane kill the bat no revenge
New flame in the sack for my friends
Do blaze keep it back go again
Few days on yo back for my kin
Pain like a n*gga back from the gym. (BRAIN)
You ain't doing sh*t but sittin' (down with)
You lucky cause the way your catching heat you could compare if it's me from the Pitcher's mound
Though quick and stop and make an example of these little half little rappers that remain
You can blame insane, he the one that got the illest hydrofunction
Now nobody f*cking with it if it ain't
[Chorus: Maserati Maeson]
[Verse 2: King ISO]
Why do must some of them n*ggas who jump when they wanna go see
Drippin' a 9 millimeter and n*gga I fill it with heat
n*ggas you wouldn't believe the way that they murder a n*gga
They put em inside of a box in the back of they Chevy Caprice
n*gga whats up with the beef
Women they f*ckin' with me
Making a couple of kids when they be f*ckin' a b*tch
Givin' the women the di*k and they lovin' it, really they suckin' and suckin' it, that's your ho, she is sl*t of the week
Brain, brain when a n*gga blast guns
Brain, brain a n*gga wish I had one
Give her lobotomy when they be riding this n*gga
Everything I do is sicker than the last one
How the f*ck is all you out of bucks?
n*ggas hot as f*ck when you ain't never smashed nothin'
I be f*ckin hella hoes n*gga never know your new b*tch could be my last one
Bangin' a pistol like my name was Pistol Pete
In the ville like Nash no Tennessee
Even in November I go trick or treat
Knocking then I smoke 'em like a swisher sweet
Who as sick as we, in the industry
Ain't nobody f*cking with our infantry
Murder everybody give the mission peace
Oakland n*gga b*tch, make 'em send a tweet
Brainsick I know you feeling this sh*t
Michael Vick flow I'm killing this b*tch
n*ggas ain't believe me, now they prolly see me tryna' f*ck with me jumpin' and sh*t
Packing a pistol grip and I ain't goin' let it
n*ggas faker than a rhinestone bet it
Ain't nobody in the game wanna see the brain n*gga tell 'em ISO said it
[Chorus: Maserati Maeson]
[Verse 3: Twisted Insane]
I kill 'em whenever they want the heat on 'em
So many people I will teach you over the rail and beat you grabbin' a b*tch and skeet on 'em
Want to be off on a member they want to be optimistic
Got two b*tches one for me and one for you
Ready to switch and get in a different sh*t it's been about time just fightin' us with the bullsh*t under you
Tell her i just wish it could've been
The n*gga that spreaded the semen on your chin
Then properly take it and rub it up on your skin
Sicker than putting the time to turn it on again
Who wanna go mano a mano with Tony Soprano, I hit 'em with syllable rippin' a n*gga a brand new ass hole
They go wolf but [?] and say all they want, I murder a n*gga, this sh*t is hotter than Tabasco. (BRAIN)
Brain Brain
I'm coming to eat yo muthaf*cking brain
I hope you choke on a chicken bone, chocolate milk, chichas, and some J's
Summon a demon and want me to pick up the piece and let me off the leash and I ain't got no common sense
I run up on n*ggas with diesel type of trucks and tearin' b*tches up and hangin' em over the wire fence Brrrain
[Chorus: Maserati Maeson]
[Verse 4: Kami
Kazi]
I'm the little voice inside yo brain
Been one of the best well that's venom i cannot contain
Sick ascended peter so we're not refrain
Sever the poison i consider him off the chain
Gobble'em up i puff a blunt until i'm numb i played this haters no retention given'em none
You can see him by my lonely homies swarm me bring an army you will never see the sun (BRAIN)
Brainsick, now I'm not the same sh*t you would listen to is basic yada yada rappin' bull for bush and see that payment sh*t we grip is innovation
In the darkness reach in for the lighter i go to my tombed room but i will survive my pursuance moves how about you and i can include the voodoo i can do this in the mind
I'm choppin' the rhythm i kill'em i hit'em up with that venom sick of the sticks of a villa but hit'em up with that weapon
Vengeful devil low for the mental levels all my enemies better be off my momentum and obey is wise suffer the consequences thinking that maybe i will suffer the opposites when I'm in for comin'
Opponents on the mic control mode the mufas sick-opotamus
(BRAIN)
Y'all don't wanna listen to me fine talk
I'm a lethal weapon intertwined with the instrumental till the done line
[?] I am surrounded, so pick up the sword before the war [?] rip em up before the [?]
[Chorus: Maserati Maeson]
[Verse 5: Dikluz(Of Firing Squad)]
Shouts out to the brainiacs gettin sick in the buildin
Makin a kill off the independent muzik that we makin, why? cause our brains are spinnin'
[?] while the maniac [?] half of the nation that the sicken, just a [?] time to put the game [?]
What your f*ckin uh...
BRAIN!
Yea, no lovin or [?] makin the beat, the [?] deceit, sweetness of the [?]
[?]
Here's the brain train, choo choo
Mayday, better shoo shoo and make way, we will move through, doin voodoo
Yea You'll die and i'm rippin up the metal like a 2 ply
When the noose tie, watch your shoes fly, this is a result of when i use my (BRAIN!)
Brain, killin the game, ain't got no competition
Droppin bombs on the opposition
Goin against the grain with the brain to distract the system
Yea we [?] and them copycats in the contradiction
Better watch it when i [?]
Only one cat got the sickest is the brain! (BRAIN!)
[Chorus: Maserati Maeson]
[Verse 6: Z(Of Firing Squad)]
Murder with a mic of a syllable lyrical rhythm I take em all
Wait a minute the mic is on
I could tounge wrestle with a python
Some of them cyclones in my mind gone
You're like my song
Gon' make you bite on suicide bombs until your life gone
Take a parson to a pipe bomb
And say goodbye mom the step of life gone
Murder with the pen burning through the skin
Chopping motherf*ckers up into vegetables
Thought you would begin with the brains that hit the skin
With a razor sh*t we chop impeccable
If your compassionnel but don't say sh*t
Just let the blood drip to the pavement
Just needed a f*cked up mind to go play with
And tell the world that i'm f*cking brainsick
Doing it with the wrong but the ruth's i can't slaughter
Dumping it with the pump for the babies to the father
Brainsick in momentum with a psycho with a pencil
But i'm salivating therefore I don't think I can be bothered
Chopping it with my dynamite finna get my son
Soon if i get a print out wonder what that would have to do with god
Publicated chopper with a drive for seeing a doctor
We don't f*ck around so I could f*cking make it fun
[Verse 7: Bishop]
(continue whenever get the chance)
BUH-RAIN
Brainsick (x3)
Brainsick Brainsick Brainsick Muzik (x2)
BRAIN
[Verse 1: Charles Xavier aka Charlie Ray aka C.Ray]
Welcome all to the cerebellum celebration
Top of the chain of food a couple of zany dudes
Whoever they blazing through the vegetation
Stop complaining you cannot contain em
Maneuver the block a payment f*ck an invitation
Cookin' hinges and i go and get the pin and slip the venom in yo medication
Have'em waiting
But not for long, drop the bomb sh*t and f*ck yo Soccer mom, Quick in VIP but see believe me none of my n*ggas furtive you we just feed em proper long di*k
Given a bit and watch her spark and catch the feelings
Simple arithmetic you aughta' respect the villain
Give me a different b*tch that I can't forget in a minute but I'ma forget her anyways if that sh*t ain't. (BRAIN,BRAINSICK)
That's who it is
New strange with our backs to the wind
New bane kill the bat no revenge
New flame in the sack for my friends
Do blaze keep it back go again
Few days on yo back for my kin
Pain like a n*gga back from the gym. (BRAIN)
You ain't doing sh*t but sittin' (down with)
You lucky cause the way your catching heat you could compare if it's me from the Pitcher's mound
Though quick and stop and make an example of these little half little rappers that remain
You can blame insane, he the one that got the illest hydrofunction
Now nobody f*cking with it if it ain't
[Chorus: Maserati Maeson]
[Verse 2: King ISO]
Why do must some of them n*ggas who jump when they wanna go see
Drippin' a 9 millimeter and n*gga I fill it with heat
n*ggas you wouldn't believe the way that they murder a n*gga
They put em inside of a box in the back of they Chevy Caprice
n*gga whats up with the beef
Women they f*ckin' with me
Making a couple of kids when they be f*ckin' a b*tch
Givin' the women the di*k and they lovin' it, really they suckin' and suckin' it, that's your ho, she is sl*t of the week
Brain, brain when a n*gga blast guns
Brain, brain a n*gga wish I had one
Give her lobotomy when they be riding this n*gga
Everything I do is sicker than the last one
How the f*ck is all you out of bucks?
n*ggas hot as f*ck when you ain't never smashed nothin'
I be f*ckin hella hoes n*gga never know your new b*tch could be my last one
Bangin' a pistol like my name was Pistol Pete
In the ville like Nash no Tennessee
Even in November I go trick or treat
Knocking then I smoke 'em like a swisher sweet
Who as sick as we, in the industry
Ain't nobody f*cking with our infantry
Murder everybody give the mission peace
Oakland n*gga b*tch, make 'em send a tweet
Brainsick I know you feeling this sh*t
Michael Vick flow I'm killing this b*tch
n*ggas ain't believe me, now they prolly see me tryna' f*ck with me jumpin' and sh*t
Packing a pistol grip and I ain't goin' let it
n*ggas faker than a rhinestone bet it
Ain't nobody in the game wanna see the brain n*gga tell 'em ISO said it
[Chorus: Maserati Maeson]
[Verse 3: Twisted Insane]
I kill 'em whenever they want the heat on 'em
So many people I will teach you over the rail and beat you grabbin' a b*tch and skeet on 'em
Want to be off on a member they want to be optimistic
Got two b*tches one for me and one for you
Ready to switch and get in a different sh*t it's been about time just fightin' us with the bullsh*t under you
Tell her i just wish it could've been
The n*gga that spreaded the semen on your chin
Then properly take it and rub it up on your skin
Sicker than putting the time to turn it on again
Who wanna go mano a mano with Tony Soprano, I hit 'em with syllable rippin' a n*gga a brand new ass hole
They go wolf but [?] and say all they want, I murder a n*gga, this sh*t is hotter than Tabasco. (BRAIN)
Brain Brain
I'm coming to eat yo muthaf*cking brain
I hope you choke on a chicken bone, chocolate milk, chichas, and some J's
Summon a demon and want me to pick up the piece and let me off the leash and I ain't got no common sense
I run up on n*ggas with diesel type of trucks and tearin' b*tches up and hangin' em over the wire fence Brrrain
[Chorus: Maserati Maeson]
[Verse 4: Kami
Kazi]
I'm the little voice inside yo brain
Been one of the best well that's venom i cannot contain
Sick ascended peter so we're not refrain
Sever the poison i consider him off the chain
Gobble'em up i puff a blunt until i'm numb i played this haters no retention given'em none
You can see him by my lonely homies swarm me bring an army you will never see the sun (BRAIN)
Brainsick, now I'm not the same sh*t you would listen to is basic yada yada rappin' bull for bush and see that payment sh*t we grip is innovation
In the darkness reach in for the lighter i go to my tombed room but i will survive my pursuance moves how about you and i can include the voodoo i can do this in the mind
I'm choppin' the rhythm i kill'em i hit'em up with that venom sick of the sticks of a villa but hit'em up with that weapon
Vengeful devil low for the mental levels all my enemies better be off my momentum and obey is wise suffer the consequences thinking that maybe i will suffer the opposites when I'm in for comin'
Opponents on the mic control mode the mufas sick-opotamus
(BRAIN)
Y'all don't wanna listen to me fine talk
I'm a lethal weapon intertwined with the instrumental till the done line
[?] I am surrounded, so pick up the sword before the war [?] rip em up before the [?]
[Chorus: Maserati Maeson]
[Verse 5: Dikluz(Of Firing Squad)]
Shouts out to the brainiacs gettin sick in the buildin
Makin a kill off the independent muzik that we makin, why? cause our brains are spinnin'
[?] while the maniac [?] half of the nation that the sicken, just a [?] time to put the game [?]
What your f*ckin uh...
BRAIN!
Yea, no lovin or [?] makin the beat, the [?] deceit, sweetness of the [?]
[?]
Here's the brain train, choo choo
Mayday, better shoo shoo and make way, we will move through, doin voodoo
Yea You'll die and i'm rippin up the metal like a 2 ply
When the noose tie, watch your shoes fly, this is a result of when i use my (BRAIN!)
Brain, killin the game, ain't got no competition
Droppin bombs on the opposition
Goin against the grain with the brain to distract the system
Yea we [?] and them copycats in the contradiction
Better watch it when i [?]
Only one cat got the sickest is the brain! (BRAIN!)
[Chorus: Maserati Maeson]
[Verse 6: Z(Of Firing Squad)]
Murder with a mic of a syllable lyrical rhythm I take em all
Wait a minute the mic is on
I could tounge wrestle with a python
Some of them cyclones in my mind gone
You're like my song
Gon' make you bite on suicide bombs until your life gone
Take a parson to a pipe bomb
And say goodbye mom the step of life gone
Murder with the pen burning through the skin
Chopping motherf*ckers up into vegetables
Thought you would begin with the brains that hit the skin
With a razor sh*t we chop impeccable
If your compassionnel but don't say sh*t
Just let the blood drip to the pavement
Just needed a f*cked up mind to go play with
And tell the world that i'm f*cking brainsick
Doing it with the wrong but the ruth's i can't slaughter
Dumping it with the pump for the babies to the father
Brainsick in momentum with a psycho with a pencil
But i'm salivating therefore I don't think I can be bothered
Chopping it with my dynamite finna get my son
Soon if i get a print out wonder what that would have to do with god
Publicated chopper with a drive for seeing a doctor
We don't f*ck around so I could f*cking make it fun
[Verse 7: Bishop]
(continue whenever get the chance)
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