[Intro]
Fuck your life, I need your life
N***a, take that

[Chorus: Redro Killson & King ISO]
I need your fade, n***a
You better not close your eyes
When it's time to die
I need your motherfuckin' fade, n***a
(Fade, n***a, fade, n***a, fade, n***a)
I need your fade, n***a
You better not close your eyes
When it's time to die
I need your motherfuckin' fade, n***a (Fade, n***a)
Bitch n***a, come catch a fade!
Bitch n***a, come catch a fade!
Pussy n***a, come catch a fade!

[Verse 1: Qiayz La Beastress]
My n***as this trick is all up in my face
Talkin' 'bout she never heard my motherfuckin' name
I'm like "Are ou serious? You never heard Qiayz?"
Same hoes quartered in my pussier days
Same hoes approachin' me when I get off the stage
I don't really care how these bitches know my name
'Cause I'm killin' 'em anyways
I do not fill up no bitch, unless it is a bitch
I be whippin' when I take your bitch to the ditches
And I take her spirit right outta her feelings
You layin' and shiverin', I stomp her chin and that's how I make bitches witness my wickedness
I do not care, I am aware
These bitches is scared, these n***as is dead
We the new brand, Brainsick, n***a
Where is my head?
[Chorus: Redro Killson & King ISO]
I need your fade, n***a
You better not close your eyes
When it's time to die
I need your motherfuckin' fade, n***a
(Fade, n***a, fade, n***a, fade, n***a)
I need your fade, n***a
You better not close your eyes
When it's time to die
I need your motherfuckin' fade, n***a (Fade, n***a)
Bitch n***a, come catch a fade!
Bitch n***a, come catch a fade!
Pussy n***a, come catch a fade!

[Verse 2: King ISO]
Pullin' out the liquor that I drink and a ganja
Blood, I'm never woofin', you could be what you wanna
Writing with the heater on me, he's in a sauna
Smokin' like the presidential green to Obama
Sick of the n***as who wanna be comin' at me with the drama
I don't be givin' a fuck about anyone, please, you're a goner
Take the body parts are ideas of the donor
But I really want the fade like black jeans in a washer
The dream that'll haunt ya, if anybody try me though
'Cause I be on the type of zone that's ratchet hoes or microphones
You talk until your life is gone and pop a bunch of Ibuprofen
I don't know if I could go another day with rifles loaded
Jesus, homie, I just quoted, I don't know what happened
Slap a n***a, people told me I was only rappin'
Caught him at his show and had to whop him, he was yappin'
Blood all over me and don't nobody know what happened
Ghost Town Gangsta if anybody askin'
Ride around dolo in a bucket with a ratchet
Fake fuckboy like a dick that's plastic
He ain't been seen in a while, Jeffrey Atkins
Take your bitch and eat the pussy good, messy napkin
See me with a bitch and take a hit, you better ask him
Sick of n***as trippin' on a bitch, that's some wack shit
She be gettin' flipped like reciprocal fractions
Sick of n***as wolfin' on the internet
Go dumb on a n***a, no intellect
Put him in a box like a cigarette
Your bitch wanna chew me like some Winterfresh
Fuck your rappin' ass n***as, blood, I been a vet
Hold up, pussy n***a, I ain't finished yet
Brainsick, n***a, and we been the best
Come and meet the devil, n***a, in the flesh
N***a, catch a fade, n***a...
[Chorus: Redro Killson & King ISO]
I need your fade, n***a
You better not close your eyes
When it's time to die
I need your motherfuckin' fade, n***a
(Fade, n***a, fade, n***a, fade, n***a)
I need your fade, n***a
You better not close your eyes
When it's time to die
I need your motherfuckin' fade, n***a (Fade, n***a)
Bitch n***a, come catch a fade!
Bitch n***a, come catch a fade!
Pussy n***a, come catch a fade!

[Verse 3: Twisted Insane]
Pull up on 'em with the heater up in the apartment
I don't wanna be the one to pull it
If I gotta do it, I'mma use the hands
Take 'em all up in the back and beat 'em one on one and get it for they bands
I can pull the pistol on 'em but I rather put 'em on the ground like a man
Get up in the van
Been around the corner, everybody lookin' for an ass whoopin'
Take a minute 'fore a n***a find about I got the
Right and left hook
And you shook when I hop up with nothin' but hands and you book
And I'm knockin' motherfuckers blocks off
These rocks hot and cookin'
Lookin' ass n***as and bitches never get up and say shit
Always on wolfin' disrespect but never with the Brainsick
Combination makin' everybody hit the ground, no AK shit
Just take 'em in the backyard when they act hard and I slay shit
Face it, ain't nobody Superman, n***a, that's real shit
They run up on a n***a like me, they best have grenades
I don't wanna hear another motherfuckin' word about
How you got straps and you clack, that's bull
Bitch, n***a, come catch a fade!
[Chorus: Redro Killson & King ISO]
I need your fade, n***a
You better not close your eyes
When it's time to die
I need your motherfuckin' fade, n***a
(Fade, n***a, fade, n***a, fade, n***a)
I need your fade, n***a
You better not close your eyes
When it's time to die
I need your motherfuckin' fade, n***a (Fade, n***a)
Bitch n***a, come catch a fade!