Crucify Me Wearing Tommy - $uicideboy$

This that lo-fi, $uicide

Dreams of when I die

Blood red tears when I cry

Manic depression in my eyes

Player from the 80's

Crack cocaine done raised me

Lucifer done saved me

Satan’s son in a Mercedes

$uicide for life

Until I rot and decay

I’m hearing «kill them all»

With every word that I say

This my inauguration day to come up out of my grave

Resurected by the demon, Antoine De Moné

But, let’s get deeper

Got some bitches and a beeper

Soul seeker, I’m the fucking devil’s Aaron Neville

I got a soul to sell so it’s settled

Last week I sold my soul for a fucking bezel

Crucify me…

Crucify me wearing Tommy

All black with the goons behind me

Lurking, searching for that blood to spill

Pop them pills and sip that barre

Gut that blunt and light that gar, I’m smoking till the death

Pop them bars and fuck that broad, I’m searching for what’s next

Put me in a fucking Polo bodybag

Don’t be jealous everybody wanting what Oddy have

Shotty blast

Put that Tommy back and grab the Gucci

Uzi spraying through me

No my life ain’t like no mother fucking movie

Yeah, it’s more like a confession tape

Tape her confession, take off her dress and watch her fucking faint

Pretty girl sacrifice

Ugly hoe in the back on ice

Lit a match cause the gas was asking twice

Slash and slice I’m passing lice

Snatching ice and casting dice

Luck of the draw

Stuffing with straw until I choke and I clog

Yeah I’m cuffing myself bitch to Lucifer’s claw

Suit and a saw

Killing yourself is just business

Please don’t take it personal

In my hell it’s snowing, bitch

I’m watching winter fall

Crucify me wearing Tommy

All black with the goons behind me

Lurking, searching for that blood to spill

Pop them pills and sip that barre

Gut that blunt and light that gar, I’m smoking till the death

Pop them bars and fuck that broad, I’m searching for what’s next

Crucify me wearing Tommy

All black with the goons behind me

Lurking, searching for that blood to spill

Pop them pills and sip that barre

Gut that blunt and light that gar, I’m smoking till the death

Pop them bars and fuck that broad, I’m searching for what’s next

Crucify me wearing Tommy

All black with the goons behind me

Lurking, searching for that blood to spill

Pop them pills and sip that barre

Gut that blunt and light that gar, I’m smoking till the death

Pop them bars and fuck that broad, I’m searching for what’s next