[Chorus: Chuckklez]

I can't seem to control my brain

I-I can't seem to control my brain

I-I can't seem to control my brain

When it comes to shocking murders I turn insane

I can't seem to control my brain

I-I can't seem to control my brain

I-I can't seem to control my brain

When it comes to shocking murders I turn insane

[Verse 1: Chuckklez]

Nothing seems to be alright, what floats around my fractured brain

'Cause I woke up in my bedroom lying on top of a fucking grizzly scene

With a hooker that's right next to me, all beheaded from the shoulders

Fucking ass-naked beneath the sheets was causing me to have a wicked boner

I don't give a damn if y'all call me sick or the way that I do this to kill a bitch

I'm a loony burly boogeyman in the flesh

Use knees and a Sirus as I hack you to death

Rather by knife or rather by chainsaw

It doesn't even matter cause I'm really gonna brainwash

Leave you brutalized in your very own home

With your tongue ripped out with a hatchet through your dome

See I don't really like to use fucking guns

'Cause to give y'all a quick death isn't any fun

Instead I'll go Bateman on all you fake niggas

Who be fucking with the wrong ones for retarded reasons

And the way that you end up isn't any pleasant when your hanging from a noose with a mouth-full intestines

You should've manned up and never acted like a trick

But again you talked shit and now you made my fucking list

No one will identify me for these heinous shocking murders

Especially all your weak-ass pigs because they're nothing more but failures

Which will take them fucking years with no clues to find out where they be

When I'm chilling with the homie Rozz smoking on some good-ass lemon tree

[Chorus: Chuckklez]

I can't seem to control my brain

I-I can't seem to control my brain

I-I can't seem to control my brain

When it comes to shocking murders I turn insane

I can't seem to control my brain

I-I can't seem to control my brain

I-I can't seem to control my brain

When it comes to shocking murders I turn insane

[Verse 2: Rozz Dyliams]

Four hands and four saws and the foresight to go through with this

When I swing down, give you brain hemorrhage, I got blood on me like Lugubrious

You a stupid bitch and it just make me mad but you know Rozzy always on some other shit

It ain't no thang to bang bang and let your brains hang and let the true color drip

Holler Joan, cut ya from the collarbone down to the motherfucking dick

Don't you know I'm sick up in the brain mane? Cock back, aim it, let it rip

Dylan only do demented shit, infinite consecutive life sentences

I had a vision so I wet the bed again cause I got a fetish for dismemberment

Picked a hitchhiker up in Gilroy, killjoy, clownin' with the bitch

Cut her head off with a pocketknife and threw it in a field outside of Pleasanton

I was doing dandy when I woke up, then the emotion built up and dropped a bomb

I was listening to Closed Casket thinking about how much I hate my fucking Mom

I was seeing red and then I started feeling autopilot coming on strong

Blacked out, woke up in a meat freezer with blood and guts all on my Sean John

Couldn't understand what way was up or down I had to find my way back home and look

Had to check my book for an entry from one of the nights before, what the fuck

[Chorus: Chuckklez]

I can't seem to control my brain

I-I can't seem to control my brain

I-I can't seem to control my brain

When it comes to shocking murders I turn insane

I can't seem to control my brain

I-I can't seem to control my brain

I-I can't seem to control my brain

When it comes to shocking murders I turn insane