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Songs | Albums | Album Arts
| Song: | Kill Yourself (Part Ii) |
| Album: | Graygrey | Genres: | Urban |
| Year: | 2015 |
Length: | 308 sec |
Lyrics:
The boys reboot the infamous “Kill Yourself” series (the first song they ever made as $uicideboy$) for part two, and with movie references and an allusion to basketball, they don’t disappoint. They figured me a dead motherfucker Calling me James $pleen without a cause of death I be the Reaper with the black hood on his head Yung $now with the blood-red sled Puppet Master, bodies hangin' on a thread, motherfucker Got a grey blade tatted on my wrist I don't really need to cut it anymore, and I don't really need a bitch Let her rot in the hole, months later she was found Just a skull, she was missin' all her bones Got her headless skeleton hangin' on my wall, looking elegant Black suede element, packing blades, lacking Benjamins Horns on my head, looking like the tusks of a grey elephant Looking for my medicine, pluckin' the bud off of a nug Roll it up in a blunt, now I feel fucking dead again Looking for a place to belong, so I say, 'Fuck God, fuck the motherfucking president' Address the American residents With just a knife and the help of a relative Yeah, that's $lick $loth Both of us buried Ruby da Cherry under a criss-crossed cross Covered up with a little bit of moss Looking like a glossed-out Yung Jack Frost Paid the cost to be the boss, now I ain't fucking dead But my life has been lost, uh
Isn't it so convincing how I'm breathin' down yo' neck? Junkies in the back, loadin' up the TEC Fuck her one time, now I'm done Homicide any time for the thrill One, two, three, four pills You know a junkie can't afford to get ill See me? I don't fuck with you suckers They call me the shooter like I play for Rucker Smokey on Friday, they call me Chris Tucker I swear on my life, I don't fuck with you fuckers Suicide, cock it back one time, and I shoot it Keep it lowkey, always gotta keep it moving Bitches be worried 'bout what I am doing 'Cause they love $licky so much all because of my music It's the MAC with the gat, that goes click-clack Shoot a motherfuckers back Brains go splat No time for a rat, ho
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