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Brown Rice Video (MV)




Performed By: Mike's Dead
Length: 2:09
Written by: Michael Calore




Mike's Dead - Brown Rice Lyrics
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You gon know my name, You gon know my sound right
Simmer down simmer down like its Brown Rice
Bouta snap pull the cord said I'm wound tight
Don't tell me who the f*ck that I sound like
You gon know my name, You gon know my sound right
Simmer down simmer down like its Brown Rice
Bouta snap pull the cord said I'm wound tight
Don't tell me who the f*ck that I sound like
They sayin that the mans iconic
Mike's Dead Myers like the kids psychotic
Yo Imma take the keys to your soul
Woah, looking for that shit I got it
Urban menace if I said it I meant it
Im eatin pussy for the night did I buy it or rent it
I said I floss too much like a trip to the dentist
And I aint talking Darth Maul but I need an apprentice
I said woah, pick up your phone when I call it
Taking my chips I go all in
Feel like Lebron when Im ballin
I can't get my nut so like Joseph I'm Stallin
There is no precedent, highly malevolent
Popping these pills and I treat em like medicine
Never been hesitant this is my testament
Screaming this shit til' I'm running for president
You gon know my name, You gon know my sound right
Simmer down simmer down like its Brown Rice
Bouta snap, pull the cord said I'm wound tight
Don't tell me who the f*ck that I sound like
You gon know my name, You gon know my sound right
Simmer down simmer down like its Brown Rice
Bouta snap, pull the cord said I'm wound tight
Don't tell me who the f*ck that I sound like
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You gon know my name, You gon know my sound right
Simmer down simmer down like its Brown Rice
Bouta snap pull the cord said I'm wound tight
Don't tell me who the f*ck that I sound like
You gon know my name, You gon know my sound right
Simmer down simmer down like its Brown Rice
Bouta snap pull the cord said I'm wound tight
Don't tell me who the f*ck that I sound like
They sayin that the mans iconic
Mike's Dead Myers like the kids psychotic
Yo Imma take the keys to your soul
Woah, looking for that shit I got it
Urban menace if I said it I meant it
Im eatin pussy for the night did I buy it or rent it
I said I floss too much like a trip to the dentist
And I aint talking Darth Maul but I need an apprentice
I said woah, pick up your phone when I call it
Taking my chips I go all in
Feel like Lebron when Im ballin
I can't get my nut so like Joseph I'm Stallin
There is no precedent, highly malevolent
Popping these pills and I treat em like medicine
Never been hesitant this is my testament
Screaming this shit til' I'm running for president
You gon know my name, You gon know my sound right
Simmer down simmer down like its Brown Rice
Bouta snap, pull the cord said I'm wound tight
Don't tell me who the f*ck that I sound like
You gon know my name, You gon know my sound right
Simmer down simmer down like its Brown Rice
Bouta snap, pull the cord said I'm wound tight
Don't tell me who the f*ck that I sound like
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Writer: Michael Calore
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