Brain Dead Flow

By BONES

On Stifler

Released on February 18, 2011

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[Verse]

I think junior high's when everything started changing

Started drawing curtains, turned into a caveman

A brain dead teenager that brain fed

Off attention from any girl he heard gave head

Became well known but they all knew my plans

Have 'em over after school, I'd fuck 'em and then jet

The asshole boyfriend strikes again

Opted out as the kid you never trust again

And take you, trust ya friends and they all fall for me

Just a pawn in my game like you said, but I'm all for it

I bring 'em all down to the basement to drown

At the bottom of the bottle where the message is found

And no breath, somebody please control me

I'm just a stupid cunt girl too drunk for my own knees

Just look at the way they folding, buckle to the floor

Oh we got more vodka? I ain't drunk no more

The problem with hormones when the doors close

Added with a couple drinks just subtracts the clothes

But, I don't see a problem with that equation

Why you think I had you over? For some good conversation?

"Don't tell your friends, I'm not a whore"

I'm sure you aren't honey go ahead now lock the door


[Chorus]

The south fool, change my style change the weather

The south fool, change your mind just too clever

The south fool, all the weak styles I sever

Combining two styles on the mic with master killer

I'm sure you aren't honey go ahead now lock the door

The south fool, change my style change the weather

The south fool, change your mind just too clever

The south fool, all the weak styles I sever

Combining two styles on the mic with master killer