“TIRED OF HAVING THOUGHTS?!”

“SICK OF YOUR MIND DOING… MIND STUFF?!?”

My brain said, “Bro, we gotta talk,”

I said, “Nah fam,” shoved it in a blender with sidewalk chalk.

Deleted my fear, rebranded my dread,

Now I run on vibes, static, and half a loaf of bread.

Corporate Daddy wearin’ Crocs and pearls,

Sells dreams in cans to obedient squirrels.

Said, “Swallow this chip, forget the past,”

Now I glow in the dark and scream real fast.

Noooo-Braain~! (Shut up, thoughts!)

Lobotomy chic, I connect the dots.

My soul’s on mute but my teeth go pop—

Now I dance with ghosts at the bus stop!

(“NO BRAIN!” x4)

Used to overthink, now I just orbit,

Got a chip in my head and a spoon in my armpit.

Fed my anxiety to a Roomba swarm,

Now I spit bars shaped like a perfect storm.

Thoughts? Evicted.

Sanity? Rented.

Dreams? Conflicted—but highly scented.

No-Brain flow, I’m a frontal lobe villain,

Brain cells left the chat and I’m still chillin’.

“When I took No-Brain, I achieved perfect stillness…

…and now I just hum in binary and host illegal cooking shows from the void.”

"Vash’tahl... Vash’tahl... Vash’tahl..."

NO-BRAIN—PUT IT IN YOUR HEAD!

NO-BRAIN—NOW YOU SLEEP IN BREAD!

NO-BRAIN—IT’S NEVER TOO LATE…

To dissolve your brain and ascend to VAPE.