text: This that lo-fi, $uicide
  Dreams of when I die
  Blood red tears when I cry
  Manic depression in my eyes
  Player from the 80s
  Crack cocaine done raised me
  Lucifer done saved me
  Satans son in a Mercedes
  $uicide for life
  Until I rot and decay
  Im hearing kill em all
  With every word that I say
  This my inauguration day to come up out of my grave
  Resurrected by the demon, Antoine De Moné
  But, lets get deeper
  Got some bitches and a beeper
  Soul seeker, Im the fucking devils Aaron Neville
  I got a soul to sell so its 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, Im smoking till the death
  Pop them bars and fuck that broad, Im searching for whats next
  Put me in a fucking Polo bodybag
  Dont be jealous everybody wanting what Oddy have
  Shotty blast
  Put that Tommy back and grab the Gucci
  Uzi spraying through me
  No, my life aint like no mother fucking movie
  Yeah, its 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 Im passing lice
  Snatching ice and casting dice
  Luck of the draw
  Stuffing with straw until I choke and I clog
  Yeah Im cuffing myself bitch to Lucifers claw
  Suit and a saw
  Killing yourself is just business
  Please dont take it personal
  In my hell its snowing, bitch
  Im 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, Im smoking till the death
  Pop them bars and fuck that broad, Im searching for whats 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, Im smoking till the death
  Pop them bars and fuck that broad, Im searching for whats 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, Im smoking till the death
  Pop them bars and fuck that broad, Im searching for whats next