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Chad ( chad), officially the Republic of Chad, is a landlocked country at the crossroads of North and Central Africa. It is bordered by Libya to the north, Sudan to the east, the Central African Republic to the south, Cameroon to the southwest, Nigeria to the southwest (at Lake Chad), and Niger to the west. Chad has a population of 16 million, of which 1.6 million live in the capital and largest city of N'Djamena. Chad has several regions: a desert zone in the north, an arid Sahelian belt in the centre and a more fertile Sudanian Savanna zone in the south. Lake Chad, after which the country is named, is the second-largest wetland in Africa. Chad's official languages are Arabic and French. It is home to over 200 different ethnic and linguistic groups. Islam (5… more »

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BrainRot, Fuckin rot your Brain when you act up
Try to step to me motherfucker better back up
Come across me on a path that's some bad luck
Black cat, black sheep, white kid, spazzed up
Talk about tools not a gun that I whip
I'll come at your head with an actual wrench
Put a muzzle on me and I'll chomp at the bit
My gums are stingin from the venom I spit
Smack you so many times till every part of me's hitting you
I'm out of pocket like Charlemagne interviews
Your music is trash I can hardly get into you
I make the music that I want to listen to
I'll rot your brain out like meth when I get to you
You stand up to me motherfucker I'll spit on you
Like the kid that I bit in first grade be a bitch to you
Put your head to me knee till it splits, put a stitch in you
BrainRot, Fuckin rot your Brain when you act up
Try to step to me motherfucker better back up
Come across me on a path that's some bad luck
Black cat, black sheep, white kid, spazzed up
BrainRot, Fuckin rot your Brain when you act up
Try to step to me motherfucker better back up
Come across me on a path that's some bad luck
Black cat, black sheep, white kid, spazzed up
If you're blowin smoke, then I'm comin with fire
Wrapped smokey the bear in a spool of barbed wire
Like a carton of milk in a school lunch you're expired
I'm sorry to say my torch burns a bit brighter
Yeah
Its a wipeout
That's how it will be when I knock your lights out
Like a drunk dad when you fail at the tryouts
The last thing you'll see's my pale fist, that's a whiteout
I do not care if you're talking shit to me
I'm way above the point where that gets to me
Wash your mouth out with soap and some Listerine
You can hear me three states away if I'm whispering
Talk about the gun that you keep on your waist ooh
You're like litter just need my bare hands to waste you
Won't stop gobblin like a turkey imma baste you
Disfigure you so bad they'll need a clone to replace you
Hit you so hard you'll be knocked into phase 2
I can't see anything past my own face to give thanks to
So ask me again motherfucker why I hate you
Yeah
BrainRot, Fuckin rot your Brain when you act up
Try to step to me motherfucker better back up
Come across me on a path that's some bad luck
Black cat, black sheep, white kid, spazzed up
BrainRot, Fuckin rot your Brain when you act up
Try to step to me motherfucker better back up
Come across me on a path that's some bad luck
Black cat, black sheep, white kid, spazzed up
Yeah
Don't worry bout me though
Stomp my feet on your head till you're Q. Tarantino
Yeah
Kick box you in chinos
Talk back again head blown off like greedo, uh
I'm here with the trio
Me and two voices
Above all the people, yeah
Get crushed like a cheeto
You get popped like a bag of doritos
You're corny like a bag of some fritos
You always miss like Shaq on the free throw
I'm getting pissed like Chuck berry on speedball
I'll have you laid out like the statue in Rio
BrainRot, Fuckin rot your Brain when you act up
Try to step to me motherfucker better back up
Come across me on a path that's some bad luck
Black cat, black sheep, white kid, spazzed up
BrainRot, Fuckin rot your Brain when you act up
Try to step to me motherfucker better back up
Come across me on a path that's some bad luck
Black cat, black sheep, white kid, spazzed up
People look at you today,
20 years later, and they still have no idea what you're about.
Tell me in a sentence, who you are.
Nobody. I'm nobody.
I'm a tramp, a bum, a hobo.
I'm a boxcar and a jug of wine.
And a straight razor if you get too close to me.

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