Bishop - Brainsick lyrics

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Bishop - Brainsick lyrics

[Hook] All of my n***as is on the same sh** Affected with the sickness, I'm so brainsick (3x) Affected with the sickness, I'm so brainsick Affected with the sickness [Verse 1] Used to ride a yellow bus, cause I go dumb Stomp like a giant, fee fi fo fum Don't wanna be a victim, better ride with your gun Somebody gon' miss 'em but life goes on Mind on [?], chokin' on the shelves When there's wetter in the kitchen cause you're cookin' like a chef I'm thinkin' of goin' mental, ha I'm buried in the stress If you come to Sacramento then you better wear a vest I ain't gotta spit quick, come and spit sick Kick on quick, at the show n***a call me trick-trick And a b**h, she a pro how she blow this dick Take a sniff on the (snow?), I'm on like sh** Murder (murder, murder, murder) Murder Mind of a k**er, they watch like a promo, I got this n***a, no h*mo f** all them soft b**h n***as [Hook] [Verse 2] Brainsick, brainsick, n***as know I'm brainsick They say that I'm strange like the n***as that I came with Standin' in the flames, told you I was tainted You can take your record deal and shove it up your an*s I'ma ride a s**a, you don't even got a life so you can die and gutter First life I was crunchin' like I'm Bison Hawk Tie the mother, so you can try to struggle And I just gave 'em all the lynchin' late and put in deep fryer I'm a sandwich short of a picnic basket The baddest Jackson, n***a might spit acid Choke my spit, cause i get to choppin' sh**, hatchets You throw the p**y at me like I no look magic Me and my squad rockin' like payment On the turf puttin' work on the late shift I spend all of my days in the basement I daze and I step on this stage and go ape sh** [Hook] [Verse 3] I just washed my mind and I hope to stay in Every full moon I get a vision from (Avian?) Same way now they gaze God bless it with your grace Murder mind state and the boys says stay within Cause there was a realm Where nobody would let me in Lost in the cold, and the damage on me, crazy thang Then they spoke to me like a voice in the wind (Well then there's a problem, just leave it up to him) All my school's loose and a way I only (lam?) Man I (sack her in?) I sue all the gorillas in the chance I think about the loose and I'm about to flip my week My inflection spent the wicked to the little kids I fought to the dome with my back on the wall That standin' in the street light, trapped in the fall I ask for forgiveness but show me a god Demons is speakin' and creepin' through the door [Hook]

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