This is a song about "Thalamus hypothalamus amygdala cerebellum"

Mind flipped, cerebellum like the script

I promise to keep it honest

Area you can find, cause when i get inside

Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

And then disconnect your spinal cords,

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Man explode his medulla, leave em soaking up oozing,

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen

Your spinal fluid is sliding through, while enough you try to run?

Vital to my revival, my spinal is in a spiral, forms tribal.

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible

Wack is what the haters say, this area with shades of gray,

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

Shake your ass in public, wear a dress with no pantys so guys can see ur pubic, area,

Your classroom testing! right there in the cafeteria eating! right there in the