This is a song about "Brains and hair"

And it runs up though their brains and relaxes in their dome,

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

Hook me up to a chair and watch as my brains fry,

I'll bash your brains in and watch your skull shatter

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Her hair, now she bitching, calling me a bitch and

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

Of smashing brains in, my fucking pen and pad was anxious

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Of smashing brains in, my fucking pen and pad was anxious

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love