Braindead

[Verse 1]

Flows beware for those who dare

Inhale balloons of tunes and spoons floating overhead while I

Step to the Dark Side of the Moon

Like a piper at the gates of dawn calling to the fools, granny

Takes a trip through fields of joy

Black boots stomp, proceeds poppy fields following this baby boy

At last I found My Own Private Idaho

A Coney Island of the [?] but now I think I gotta go

I rode in upon a storm the London fog

Had to ride the six-seven through the layers of smog

Feeling down by law like I was Jim Jarmusch

Pictures in my brain just like Diane Arbus

[Chorus]

Too much combustion gets my brain dusted

Shadows of the pain sucking on a dead man's brain

Too much combustion gets my brain dusted

Shadows of thе pain sucking on a young man's brain

Too much combustion gets my brain dusted

Shadows of the pain sucking on a dеad man's brain

Too much combustion gets my brain dusted

Shadows of the pain sucking on a young man's brain

[Verse 2]

Always, feeling lucky like you was my sweet leaf

Generals gathered in the masses at Fort Spleef

Play naked twister with my twin sister

'Til you walked in my shoes

You cannot claim a blister

In my lava lamp performed a Black Sabbath

Speaking in tongues so druids start to panic

Like I was sippin' Moloko with the Milk Bar trippin'

With a porcelain mannequin, slip nipple drippin'

Climb through the room with walls of whipped cream

Life in my brain is not what it seems

Fell in a bowl of rubber sole

Stole a red Renfrew window, Liverpool lingo

Bizarre bandits suffer brain damage

But underneath the mashed potatoes the kids hide the cabbage

Fresh and brewed [?] black just like a mother’s pearl

And like the song said, I'm "the youngest one in curls"

[Chorus]

Too much combustion gets my brain dusted

Shadows of the pain sucking on a dead man's brain

Too much combustion gets my brain dusted

Shadows of the pain sucking on a young man's brain

Too much combustion gets my brain dusted

Shadows of the pain sucking on a dead man's brain

Too much combustion gets my brain dusted

Shadows of the pain sucking on a young man's brain

[Verse 3]

Pros suppose who knows they flows

I'm counting crows with froze toes, wind blows afros

Mine's eleven tall and wide

So won't you crawl inside?

Electric glide and blue with something in the way she moves

My style's a front row canyon

Dunking on suckers just like Ed O'Bannon

I'll stop the world and melt with your mother

Got a cat in the cooler, ask Crispin Glover

The Guns of Brixton, don’t you come steppin'

First you see me come, and then I see you jettin'

You say you're MC This, a maverick with the skills you bring

I am the lizard king, man, I can do anything

Beyond the valley of the dead, I do the somersault

Like Charlie Bucket when I saw him with Veruca Salt

So I say "ooh ooh ooh" like a sweat cog, blood on the streets

And I’m just sittin' 'round, sucking on a dead dog

[Chorus]

Too much combustion gets my brain dusted

Shadows of the pain sucking on a dead man's brain

Too much combustion gets my brain dusted

Shadows of the pain sucking on a young man's brain

Too much combustion gets my brain dusted

Shadows of the pain sucking on a young man's brain

Too much combustion gets my brain dusted

Shadows of the pain sucking on a dead man's brain