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Brain Scan
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Brain Scan został wydany 10 kwietnia 2026 przez Wicked Sindicate jako część albumu Brain Scan
album cover
Data wydania10 kwietnia 2026
WytwórniaWicked Sindicate
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM93

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ruthless Rob
Ruthless Rob
Vocals
2-Face
2-Face
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Queen
Justin Queen
Songwriter
Robert Paxton
Robert Paxton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
2-Face
2-Face
Recording Engineer
Bad Mind
Bad Mind
Producer
Dizze Dahmer
Dizze Dahmer
Mixing Engineer

Tekst Utworu

Reanimate the dead!
Gimme, gimme head, bitch, gimme, gimme head
Reanimate the dead!
God bless the dead what they gave me instead
Reanimate the dead!
Insane in the brain, gonna need a brain scan
Reanimate the dead!
410, motherfuckin' body for Murderland
Out the dirt through the cemetery gates
You can see my ribcage, maggots crawlin' on my face
With an empty pine box, left from the grave plot
Blood clot, flesh rot with an IB tank top
Horrorcore hip-hop, we do it every day
'Til death do us part, now I'm back from the grave
I'm gettin' hungry, honey, so come open your legs
While you givin' me brains, what a zombie craves
I need a motherfuckin' brain scan, new game plan
Take it from your main man, I am not sane, man
Make you say damn, you know them boys don't play
IB up in this bitch givin' out X-rays
I'm killin' brain cells like an alcoholic beverage
Sledgehammer to your head just to give me leverage
Crack your little skull and make the motherfucker hemorrhage
Now you just another memory, no one remembers shit
Reanimate the dead!
Gimme, gimme head, bitch, gimme, gimme head
Reanimate the dead!
God bless the dead is what my favorite man said
Reanimate the dead!
Insane in the brain, gonna need a brain scan
Reanimate the dead!
410, motherfuckin' body for Murderland
I'll beat you to a vegetable and watch you flatline
Whip out both of my testicles and make you suck mine
I leave your brain hangin' from a dirty stop sign
Why you actin' like a killer? Motherfucker, stop lyin'
I'm outside your window playin' with my ding dong
Bouncin' off the walls like a crazy game of ping pong
Beatin' on my chest like a retard King Kong
Hammer to your head, bitch, it won't take long
My crew is full of savages, the preachers speak in passages
Rippin' apart your abdomen, guts on all my bandages
Walk with the dead! What the fuck is happenin'?
Doctor start examinin', eyes begin their blackenin'
I'm so sick I got a test for flesh, in my Sunday's best
Blood thicken down my chest, tongue hangin' out my neck
Bones all exposed, worms hangin' out my nose as I decompose
Reanimate the dead!
Gimme, gimme head, bitch, gimme, gimme head
Reanimate the dead!
God bless the dead is what my favorite man said
Reanimate the dead!
Insane in the brain, gonna need a brain scan
Reanimate the dead!
410, motherfuckin' body for Murderland
Written by: Justin Queen, Robert Paxton
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