Itchy Brain Lyrics – Riifty
Singer: Riifty
Title: Itchy Brain
f#ck it
Don’t even know what I’m gonna say, but I’m gonna speak some sh#t on this one
*Burps*
sh#t you love
They f#ckin’ let me out the looney bin again, I’m back
To give your ears another motherf#ckin’ panic attack
From my vulgar f#ckin’ rhymes ringing through their ear canals
Shit, I’d be sick too if I heard my f#cking self
Said f#ck an optimist, I put my feelings on the shelf
f#ck the world too, I hope I watch it burn in hell
I’m eating cereal with worms inside this mouldy, rotting cell
I’ve had this itch inside my brain since I was about twelve
And I just can’t scratch that sh#t, man
It’s pissing me off
I think I need a beer to feel better, hmm, which one’s Stella?
Drill a hole in my skull and pour it right in
Wait, no, takе my brain out and shove it in the bin
I think of nihilistic propaganda 24/7
And my morals real small, likе a caravan in Devon
And I’d sh#t in my hand and give it to you as a present
Then I’d slap you with the other just to teach you a lesson
‘Cuz the moral of the story is don’t approach weirdo’s
“Why does he want them for?”
“‘Cuz he’s a sick f#cker”
You won’t even see they’re gone, ‘cuz he does it smooth as butter
Yeah run, and take cover
Run to your brother [Run
Run to your fatnecks
Run to your mother
I’ll commentate your death like my name was Betty Glover
And take the shirt from your chest and reveal your f#ckin’ blubber
Getting twisted like a rasta’s dreadlock pubes
Cleaver that I’m holding’s getting blood all on my shoes
Taking cheese graters and I’m shaving my tattoos
And when I write my f#cking lyrics I use cut-outs from the news
I take myself hostage
Sanity
Lost it…
Walking round town in my boxers eating Wotsits
Tryna find your nan so we can do a little crossfit
And dress her up in Prada so she’s looking like a boss-b#tch
I’m that sick typa c#nt to have a wank in a church
And take a sneaky little pic while I’m lifting up your skirt
I’m at the bookies getting pissed with a crackhead here named Bert
He showed me how to slit my wrist and smear it all up in the dirt
I’ve got my own little garden of weird commodities
And these weird little bugs that are starting to bother me
They be crawling in my ears and all around in my property
But I just live with them there, while they’re crawling on top of me
f#ck it
Hold a lighter to my hand just to see if I’m alive
And just to see if I’m a man
And I’ll burn your f#cking city with some petrol in a can
Then I’ll the middle finger and I’ll drive off in a van
Hedonistic prick, living for the minute
Shoulda, woulda, coulda prolly stuck my sh#t right in it
Wish I was a buddha, ‘cuz I’ve hit my f#cking limit
Open up the barrel, put a bullet in and spin it
They f#ckin’ let me out the looney bin again, I’m back
To give your ears another motherf#ckin’ panic attack
From my vulgar f#ckin’ rhymes ringing through their ear canals
Shit, I’d be sick too if I heard my f#cking self
Said f#ck an optimist, I put my feelings on the shelf
f#ck the world too, I hope I watch it burn in hell
I’m eating cereal with worms inside this mouldy, rotting cell
I’ve had this itch inside my brain since I was about twelve
And it’s pissing me off
Its so f#cking itchy
Like, too itchy
It’s f#cking, inside my head
Do you know how annoying an itch inside your head is?
I bet you you’ve never even felt an itch inside your head
Have you?
Have ever felt an itch inside of your head?
No
I didn’t think you had
So f#ck off
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