[Chorus] [distorted synth bass, four-on-the-floor kick] [processed female vocals] I don't wanna use my brain, it bothers me And it feels so good, sit on the DJ's face I feel the beat through my pussy I think I'm liking where this is going Don't change the song 'cause the feeling's growing, growing [filter sweep, rhythmic stop] [Verse 1] [glitchy hi-hats, sub-bass pulses] Uh, what were we talking about? Botox to my frontal lobe Lip flip on my [unintelligible] Botox to my frontal lobe Botox to my frontal Botox to my frontal lobe Stick it into my neuro Turn into my necro-flow [Bridge] [distorted electric guitar riff, metallic snare] Under the dark, I think I need to be perceived Look at me, look at me, look at me, you fuck Smooth my brain out, finally lyrical-free Inside of there, smooth as a chicken breast [Chorus] [staccato lead synth enters] I don't wanna use my brain, it bothers me And it feels so good
