Artist: Young Cellski Album: Mr.Predictor Song: Brain Dead Typed by: pacmakaveli4life@hotmail.com Verse 1: I need to see the psych cuz a nigga goin' psycho I tried commitin' suicide on my motorcycle My mother keeps telling me a nigga needs to quit She say its all an act but I'm really a lunatic My bitch say its cuz a nigga smoke way too much weed But when I'm high as fuck I gotta see a nigga bleed My consience keeps tellin me to do some crazy shit Walk up to a pack and shank the devils then I split I think it's something goin wrong with my brain I'm having split personalities like Razing Cane The Taker, and Mr, Predictor side-by-side So to send my love to Dr.Jekyll and Mr.Hyde Theres somethin that make a nigga wanna keep on blastin' Voices in my head keep tellin' me I'm Charles Manson It feels like the demons have took over my soul My body's hella warm but my face is hella cold I'm stressin, I'm sweatin just like a fuckin hog At the house with dank and candles starin at the walls They closin in on a nigga as I keep on blinkin A nigga's brain dead and my brain aint thinkin Cuz I'm brain dead Chrous x4: (unknown demon voice) (My brain cells dead and all I think is death) My brain was dead, from smokin so much fuckin true (My brain cells dead and all I think is death) My brain was dead, from smokin so much fuckin true Verse 2: Man, it's like a jungle sometimes that makes me wonder, Why I'm on the turf everyday with a nine on the under Or maybe its the dank thats got a nigga trippin loc At night-time I dream about niggas gettin smoked merciless thoughts in my head, already brain dead so why should I give a fuck bout what the next nigga said Cuz a nigga should already know Livin up in that town of San Fran-psycho Where niggas go on mission to kill,grab my steel then caps I peel Niggas couldnt fuck wit Cell cuz a nigga just to real Comin straight from the lunatic village creepin through the fog with my mug on mean, sippin on some mad dog Gone like a motherfucka, wit this 9 millimeter ready to start somethin Havin '89 flash backs when the bay was on heavily and a nigga did his first jack 5 years later the same old shit been selling dope for years and still aint rich, nowww What the fuck should a nigga do just get my mail in the View and stay in the game and be true because I'm in it to win it keep these gold thangs spinnin on these marks, got a ruger pull the trigga that has no heart and as I put that nine to a nigga head as I BUCK BUCK that nigga is straight brain dead (demon voice talking) Verse 3: Not givin a fuck about my life because I'm hellbound Sick in this game from all the motherfuckin pain that I grew up around the unpredictable the psychotic gangsta quickest buck to bank y, out this game i'll take ya with no remore because I got some type of showin pity just call me that 1994 version of Frank Nitty now did I do em? thats what I got these niggas wonderin but unpredictable wont let em know just how I'm comin so if you see me you best if you just break west because this shredder out this tech is bout to blow a hole in ya vest into your chest with explosion straight gangsta notion gave me the go ahead I smoked him and watched his blood soak into the concrete as he screamed like a bitch begging me for mercy but I'm not the one to punk the game, so I took aim at his brain, and now hes brain dead mayne (demon voice until the end)