INTRO)
Yeah, man
These voices in my head
They won’t fuckin’ get out
Smoke a cigarette, relapse, whatever, I don’t know, man
Just a fuckin’ white boy who wants to be a rapper, bitch
I don’t know, man, uh. Just listen to the fuckin’ music
(VERSE 1)
These fuckin’ voices, damn, these choices
I’ma only pick one, ‘cause I ain’t got a Rolls-Royce, bitch
And homie, I’m not your motherfuckin’ average white boy
So many people wanna start a fuckin’ fight, boy
Oh, come on, Brian, just light the damn cig, boy
Fuck no, bitch, I ain’t yo fuckin’ toy
I’ma get my fuckin’ rap troops to deploy
Gon’ bomb yo ass in the fuckin’ street, boy
There’s blood in thе grass and yo feet, boy
You think chicks wanna eat yo meat like porkloin?
Nah, bitch, you too bland, you need somе La Choy
To go with your rice and seaweed grass
And I also broke the damn fuckin’ glass
Went inside there and fuckin’ whooped yo ass
Yeah, man, this fuckin’ shit is rap
Oh, Brian, stop ignoring, she’ll never love you back
Shut the fuck up, fag, before I fuckin’ whoop yo ass
With a gun or a mag, 16, I just broke his fuckin’ spleen
(It was just an accident)
I just motherfuckin’ crushed his fuckin’ dreams
But he deserved it, ‘cause he never fuckin’ stopped
Sayin’ dumb fuckin’ shit like, “She’ll never love you, bitch,”
But guess what, man, I fuckin’ get it
So stop sayin’ I’m throwin’ a fit
When you be the one who’s suckin’ my dick
(HOOK) x2
These voices go la-la-la
Smoke that like za-za-za
Fuck her in the ass like na-na-na
It’s Brian fucking brys like la-la-la
These voices go la-la-la
Smoke that like za-za-za
Fuck her in the ass like na-na-na
It’s Brian fucking brys like la-la-la
(VERSE 2)
You call me a fuckin’ boy, bitch, you prick, go suck a fuckin’ fat bag of damn dicks
You prick, you bitch, you fuckin’ stupid piece of shit, is that it? No, it’s fuckin’ not, you stupid dick
Are you a fuckin’ cock sucker who fuckin’ sucks cock?
Well, I have a mind full of fuckin’ damn bad thoughts
Not, not like that, bitch, are you a motherfuckin’ bot?
I’d never think of that, not even in a locked room
Or even when I’m damn entombed
All you fuckin’ do is say, “More lube.”
My voices say, “Brian, get new shoes,”
Even though I already got the fuckin’ Hey Dudes
I just bought ‘em this damn fuckin’ afternoon
Yeah, bitch, I make all the ladies swoon
Even whenever I’m just a motherfuckin’ gloom
Y, bitch, who just raps and shit
They still like me even if I rap my bit
‘Cause they don’t give a shit ‘bout my fit
I could be wearing a gold chain, and they wouldn’t even fret ‘n’ shit
(HOOK) x2
These voices go la-la-la
Smoke that like za-za-za
Fuck her in the ass like na-na-na
It’s Brian fucking brys like la-la-la
These voices go la-la-la
Smoke that like za-za-za
Fuck her in the ass like na-na-na
It’s Brian fucking brys like la-la-la
