This is a song about "Cranium plutonium"

Leaving your cranium split in half, like pie but this is a rhyme not a graph,

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

With some white dust from wings i crushed back in the knack/ and a rack of spices i pour on top/

And god forbid i see a wizard and get a brain in my titanium cranium dog

New passtime invadin ya cranium like we came up ya sinus/

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

They stop the whole game everytime i come around

Bitch, get that shit through your cranium befo' i break it down

What a mess! but we clean in the club

While my cranium rages up,

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Y'all blessed with shit in your cranium since you bit uranium

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

#so. go off the dome, #like, my #cranium #broke, yo.