Heavily Medicated - $uicideboy$

Dirty golds up in my mouth, but they don’t fit my teeth no more

Nose ring up in my snout, guess I ain’t to street no more

All you rap about is death

Everything is so depressed

How you going to get some press?

How you going to come up next?

But, I could give a fuck about a check

I rather go and cut my neck

Put a bullet up in my vest

Put a knife up in my chest

And do some drugs, let people gossip

Under my tongue, yea, that’s suboxone

Oxycontin, bitch I’m toxic

Dirty cracker, bitch I’m rotten

Top to bottom, $uicide

G to da 5 to da 9

Yung Chri$t, $lick $loth

Rising out that slime, killers with minds

Lo-fi Columbine

Kill them all with time

Kill them all with time…

Too fire to hit the blunt

Might pack it up and head out the front

Sayonara sucka

This ain’t a gun to my head, it’s a brain hugger

Paiting the ceiling with little pieces

Killing myself, I don’t really need a reason

Death is the reason that I’m breathing

Yeah, I’m beating my heart but my heart doesn’t stop beating

Guess I’m the dead mother fucker

Call me James Spleen, I’m that dead mother fucker

Dead pimp pimping dead ass hoes

Tangled clothes

Rotten ass bodies at my show

Close the door and throw me in the hole

Here come the crows

Overdose on overly overcast skies

This is my goodbye side

Suicide riding with the tubes tied

You might think I’m shy but I just really don’t want to fucking meet you

Kill yourself