The Mouse & The Mask (Metalface Edition)

Bada Bing

Beat maker/Producer/Songwriter 
IG MR. BRELLA555

a random punster tongue twister beatboxer walking through the pages of history in his story wrapped as a mystery; pen in the left righting rhymes, pencil in the write sketching images
third arm on the amp busy phalanges cooking funk
forth arm dropping ash from the stick of skunk
one day at a time, kicking it live experimentó from the 6EAT5JNKYRD glass laboratory somewhere in the Antarctic region 
imagiNation is the largest country in the planet 🌍 
the blue flame box keeps the blunt in motion
in the street babies are breastfed with crackpipes 
ghetto youths surrounded by institutional(ized) lies 
old minds behind bars with old scars passed down to generations
dead men breathing, 
eye see some flexing pussy
eye see some flexing big logos
eye see some trying to rob me my time and energy but eye left that in the bin
It’s past 10s now eye glare off the wall
my hat is hot and my tees are shirt
my shorts are short the sock don’t suck
skate vans kick grip tape eye go round like sex tape
with a new scroll old messages 
starve the ego and feed the soul
drink aqua eat fruit exercise sleep 
grab books not boobs read right(write) from where you left
the senseiii say listen now list ten reasons across the four seasons… aww shit they don’t even reason
choose the right pleasures cause wrong turns need u turns
leave the room confused like a novice trying to defuse a bomb w/o supervision 
time traveling hungry media feeds wrist biting mind peace
well fuck everything eye don’t even exist
eye am just a thought in the heads of those who feel me
and for haters, y’all can hop on the tip of my dick
suck how you like keep talking childish  after eye leave your mouth filled with cum
my bad eye don’t even give a fuck tell ‘em get off the dozen inch dick
mother theresa help me put it back in the jeans
life is beautiful, eye love y’all but not as much as eye hate the smell of cigarillos
hasta luego eye am eating bananas and coconuts among baboons and many tarzans 
beer with me and if my tongue slips just autograph it 
hold my bear we about to go bipolar again

Bada Bing

Danger Doom