Brainsick - Bishop

All of my niggas is on the same shit

Affected with the sickness, I’m so brainsick (3x)

Affected with the sickness, I’m so brainsick

Affected with the sickness

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 nigga call me trick-trick

And a bitch, she a pro how she blow this dick

Take a sniff on the (snow?), I’m on like shit

Murder (murder, murder, murder)

Murder

Mind of a killer, they watch like a promo, I got this nigga, no homo

Fuck all them soft bitch niggas

Brainsick, brainsick, niggas know I’m brainsick

They say that I’m strange like the niggas that I came with

Standin' in the flames, told you I was tainted

You can take your record deal and shove it up your anus

I’ma ride a sucka, 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, nigga might spit acid

Choke my spit, cause i get to choppin' shit, hatchets

You throw the pussy 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 shit

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