Brood War Lyrics

In honor of Wocktober, please stand for the national anthem

I'm off dat lean, turn to a freak just like I'm Patrick Bateman

Sip codeine, we off the leash, and now we really banging

I get so geeked I'm up in space I feel like Carl Sagan

I been a fiend, nothing to me, I live my life so dangerous

I want that bitch, I want them toppings I'm not talking pizza

I want that bitch, if she ain't quick, then straight on to her sister

I'm on my shits, been getting lit, yeah I'm already famous

I'm really rich, yeah where it counts, the fuck you ever made bitch

I walk round with my strap

That's dyke mode, let it clap

Throw 50 on that bitch and go tell her make it fat

Bitch I'm on them shits, so I might just let it brap

Pull up on them reds, and just let the stiffy blatt

Eyes all on my guap, ho just say that you pocket watching

Ice all on wrist, so Imma say I'm really frosted

Nice ass lil bitch, I beat it back way back in August

Two hos in my bed, that's Mickey Dees, yeah double arches

We don't fuck with them, we don't fuck with them, y'all busted man

Get some lights in here, shining bright in here cause I'm right here

There some ops in here, getting oppier and oppier

Need some wock in here, get some wock in here, yeah drop in there

Yeah, bad bitch need some slop in here

Yeah, no fumbling, don't flop round here

Yeah, it's Symo bitch, swag in the air

Yeah, catch you slipping then my mop right there

I'm off dat lean, turn to a freak just like I'm Patrick Bateman

Sip codeine, we off the leash, and now we really banging

I get so geeked I'm up in space I feel like Carl Sagan

I been a fiend, nothing to me, I live my life so dangerous

I want that bitch, I want them toppings I'm not talking pizza

I want that bitch, if she ain't quick, then straight on to her sister

I'm on my shits, been getting lit, yeah I'm already famous

I'm really rich, yeah where it counts, the fuck you ever made bitch