Braindead For Profit Lyrics Meanings
by Trans Peril

Yo, check it, check it, yo

Heavenly workers shoutout to Mother Teresa
Hard hitting brain blisters would like to fuck and meet ya
Heretics of music eat bread ripped from the media
Not 18 but my head's fucked like Angelina check it
Big howdy, faggot on high street
Kick him out of town or string him up in a high tree
Or a train at a high speed
Hit a mother fucker up for a dope filled IV

Braindead for profit
If he tries to stop it we just gotta pop him
Braindead for profit
If he tries to stop it we just gotta pop him

This that Ace shit
Smash yo face shit
We ain't tame shit
'Cause we embrace shit
Turn the bass up
Fuck yo face up
Too fast, leave you in the bass dust
Funky shit don't stop, we on a roll
In the school of bass, we on the honor roll
Run the track like gumm run the race on the track
We put you in your place
Uhh

Braindead for profit
If he tries to stop it we just gotta pop him
Braindead for profit
If he tries to stop it we just gotta pop him

If you don't download TukTuk Fire on MP3
I'll be in your room tonight