Brain Rot

Kill like Krokodil
Hillside horrorville
Chill time, my ill mind spill like rotten milk
Inside cotton silk wrapped around candy bone
Crystalised, mandy Stone glisten like traffic cones
Vivid like high definition
Rhyme repitition flow, blow like time demolition
If you didn’t know, sign the petition
Spitting dope, living broke’s what my life is in Britain
Mind on a mission, every night open different doors
My thoughts bend forks and knifes in your kitchen draws
Mystic thoughts coming down your chimney like Mr. Claus
Blowing black clouds of smoke like a big exhaust
I ain’t trynna sit indoors, but it’s all I ever do
Penning new tracks while I’m generating revenue
The rizzla blue when the berry tube
Brand new steez, blue cheese and a lemon, new
Brand new strains, brand new name, Johnny Strange
Bring a bag of brand new grade to rot you brain
What’s my name? Johnny Strange
Brand new strains, brand new name, Johnny Strange
Bring a bag of brand new grade to rot you brain
What’s my name?
What’s my name?
What’s my name?
Yo, I walk through a brain storm, rain pouring
Fall asleep and awake on the same morning
Cape crawling black widow, break through the back window
Escape from plass limbo
Face on a wax pillow
Stack scrillow, cultivating like Zac Bingle
Attack singles, wait for the bat signal
It’s that simple, goon, bap, rap, shizzle
Make your head nod and foot tap like hi-hat cymbals
Holograph symbols, hidden in the sound scape
Red eyed, green faced villain in a brown cape
Chilling in the town late
Spitters getting found straight
Hanging from the street lights swinging by some brown tape
Cinnamony foul taste, cinemary outtakes
Lyrically sicker than an epidemic outbreak
With the minimalist outlook
I leave a materialistic lyricist, flipping through self help books Leave these
shallow spitters shell shocked
Creep through the valleys with the gamma ray weapon in my belt tucked
Life’s a trip you better belt up
Lighting spliffs every ten minutes just to keep my self up