Vendetta - My Bro's Gone Crazy lyrics

[Verse 1: Vendetta] I'm Vendetta, the crazy motherf**er always runnin' his mouth Talkin' about perverted sh** that I know nothin' about Making s** and dead baby jokes is the way I role Don't wanna see no pole dancer on a pole I'd rather kick a baby's head off and scream out ‘GOAL!' And go back to the reject store to buy some mo' But apparently these jokes are only for the 80's Baby lemme show you why I'm really f**in crazy I steal a handicaps wheelchair and peal him salami Grab him by the throat and re-arrange his whole body “Oh'lordy, man's got arms for legs And the poor fello' can finally walk again” See maybe I'm not a bad guy after all So what I took a sh** in the middle of the mall Had my drawers down balls dangling like a wrecking ball Maybe Miley would like a ride on it sometime huh? You know that chick with the chicken bu*t (haha yuck) That s*ut can s** my dick till her tonsils hurt But first ill make her sit on my fist till her ovaries burst Now she's begging me to leave Trying to find her keys On her knees again Pubes goes up her nose and she sneezes flem All on my dick sh** this sh**s gettin' nasty, better go and get this f**ing b**h a taxi Put her in the back seat Drug her up to make sure she forgets me Maaaan even my bro thinks I'm crazy [Hook] There's really nothing else to say, I - I can't explain it (I think my bro's gone crazy!) A little help from medication, I need that Valium (I think my bro's gone crazy!) There's nothing you could do or say that could ever heal me (I think my bro's gone crazy!) There's no one on earth that can save me, please don't blame me (I think my bro's gone crazy!) [Verse 2: Vendetta] People always tellin' me that i'm f**ed in the head When I was born i was dropped and became brain dead Now I'ma maniac offending mothers and brothers I don't even bother apologisin' to them f*ggots The day I ever give a f** if you think I'm pleasant Will be the day I believe the Afghans caused 9/11 Then again who doesn't envy Murica's freedom Able to own a gun, k** kids and be dumb Name your favourite rappers and I'll beat'em Feed them my dick and make'em bleed cum (bit gay) Then for fun I could you stab 45 times in the lung And when I do you better believe I'm not leavin' I'd rather watch you gasp for air tryin' to keep breathin' Then I'll take a blood bath and laugh Spas on the bathroom floor, gag Vomit on your corpse, with no remorse i pour some liquor in your mouth and drink it with a straw Pour gasoline in your a** and spleen Roast you up to make sure your meat is nice and lean Free food, yeahp' i'm keen However, the testicles I could do without With pliers ill start rippin' all your teeth (OW) Stroll back home with a pocket full of teeth AH Use them as toppings for my next pizza With added HIV and other influenza But please ah, don't be offended Or ill have your guts and brains blended Together to make me a f**wit smoothie Duck quick to avoid becoming my sushi Moral of the story is never trust a cannibal Like Hannibal who'll make gourmet cuisine out of your hand'n'balls But y'all are too ignorant to listen to me So give me some head b**h, I need somethin' to eat [Hook]