[Chorus: Chuckklez]
I can't seem to control my brain
I-I can't seem to control my brain
I-I can't seem to control my brain
When it comes to shocking murders I turn insane
I can't seem to control my brain
I-I can't seem to control my brain
I-I can't seem to control my brain
When it comes to shocking murders I turn insane

[Verse 1: Chuckklez]
Nothing seems to be alright, what floats around my fractured brain
'Cause I woke up in my bedroom lying on top of a fucking grizzly scene
With a hooker that's right next to me, all beheaded from the shoulders
Fucking ass-naked beneath the sheets was causing me to have a wicked boner
I don't give a damn if y'all call me sick or the way that I do this to kill a bitch
I'm a loony burly boogeyman in the flesh
Use knees and a Sirus as I hack you to death
Rather by knife or rather by chainsaw
It doesn't even matter cause I'm really gonna brainwash
Leave you brutalized in your very own home
With your tongue ripped out with a hatchet through your dome
See I don't really like to use fucking guns
'Cause to give y'all a quick death isn't any fun
Instead I'll go Bateman on all you fake n***as
Who be fucking with the wrong ones for retarded reasons
And the way that you end up isn't any pleasant when your hanging from a noose with a mouth-full intestines
You should've manned up and never acted like a trick
But again you talked shit and now you made my fucking list
No one will identify me for these heinous shocking murders
Especially all your weak-ass pigs because they're nothing more but failures
Which will take them fucking years with no clues to find out where they be
When I'm chilling with the homie Rozz smoking on some good-ass lemon tree
[Chorus: Chuckklez]
I can't seem to control my brain
I-I can't seem to control my brain
I-I can't seem to control my brain
When it comes to shocking murders I turn insane
I can't seem to control my brain
I-I can't seem to control my brain
I-I can't seem to control my brain
When it comes to shocking murders I turn insane

[Verse 2: Rozz Dyliams]
Four hands and four saws and the foresight to go through with this
When I swing down, give you brain hemorrhage, I got blood on me like Lugubrious
You a stupid bitch and it just make me mad but you know Rozzy always on some other shit
It ain't no thang to bang bang and let your brains hang and let the true color drip
Holler Joan, cut ya from the collarbone down to the motherfucking dick
Don't you know I'm sick up in the brain mane? Cock back, aim it, let it rip
Dylan only do demented shit, infinite consecutive life sentences
I had a vision so I wet the bed again cause I got a fetish for dismemberment
Picked a hitchhiker up in Gilroy, killjoy, clownin' with the bitch
Cut her head off with a pocketknife and threw it in a field outside of Pleasanton
I was doing dandy when I woke up, then the emotion built up and dropped a bomb
I was listening to Closed Casket thinking about how much I hate my fucking Mom
I was seeing red and then I started feeling autopilot coming on strong
Blacked out, woke up in a meat freezer with blood and guts all on my Sean John
Couldn't understand what way was up or down I had to find my way back home and look
Had to check my book for an entry from one of the nights before, what the fuck
[Chorus: Chuckklez]
I can't seem to control my brain
I-I can't seem to control my brain
I-I can't seem to control my brain
When it comes to shocking murders I turn insane
I can't seem to control my brain
I-I can't seem to control my brain
I-I can't seem to control my brain
When it comes to shocking murders I turn insane