Suicide Bay (feat. $Uicideboy$)

They said we wasn't shit, Now they all want to die

Sold souls grow cold, With the devil on my side

Sippin 4s, swervin' slow, with them 20s on my ride

Pussy strong because I GLO, but all them hoes they get denied

Nother bitch, nother day, with another blunt smoked

Hit the switches on the lake, on my mirror is a rope

Suicide til we ashes, fit the Nine Grey bastards

After that just take my urn and fucking dump it on the pastor

I used to be passive, so when I pass please

Just grab a wrap and, roll me up and smoke me

I'm talking bout' my ashes, Yeah just let me go off

I'm from the Se7en, ain't no heaven, in my destination

[?] your breath and aiming for the lake

I'm betting on how long it takes for me to sink below

I go so low, so low, ain't got no hoe I know I'm dead

Cause when it's cold outside I see no breath

I know I'm dead

Because my neck is red from rigamortis

Settling, I'm settling down underneath the ground, inside the grave

I slick keep digging, yeah you never finished because death is eternal

Bitch im Infernal, eternally determined

To MURDER MYSELF

With the pain that I've engraved all up in my sub conscious

From the self doubt among a couple other problems

I make my way through the flames

Unmasked like Kane, brimstones in my pocket

There ain't shit that you constructed

So the fuck down is where you can sit

Ridin round with suicide

In the N.O. on that Voodoo tip

When I blow up I'm gonna cop a necklace that's doubles as a belt

And when I murder myself

Please play reservoir dogs at my celebration of life

I don't want a funeral I don't want no crying

Tell my mama that I'm sorry

This is not her fault

Remember when I spilt the apple juice in the hall

Feeding what's eating at me

I will feast until I starve

Behaving self destructive

Hip hop cracked my shell up open

Unleashed my soul planted a third eye up on my fore

Closing out the openings of stores

When I go off, when I go off

Feelin like Gorilla Zoe mixtape a month

I get so lost when I'm in the booth, when I press record

I just might say Thank you base God

On a song with $uicideboy$ oh my Lord

Feelin evil lucid I might peel em like I'm Luca Magnotta

Rockin Rothco with my papa Derek Deano, bumping Clams Casino

Wrestling with my demons like Ricky The Dragon Steamboat

MitcHy Man Savage Carlito

I record on an Apple with a Hawaiian shirt on

Rowdy Roddy Piper mixed with a rowdy mothafucka off the street

I'm always spittin' one too many