歌手:$uicideboy$
专辑:《KILL YOURSELF Part VI: The Tsunami Saga》

Sipping on some *******, sip, sipping on some, sip—
Sipping on some *******, sip, sipping on some, sip—
Sipping on some *******, sip, sipping on some, sip—
Sipping on some *******, sip, sipping on some, sip—
Hydrocodone on the hands-free phone
The '84 Brougham on them blades, twenty-inch chrome
Hydrocodone on the hands-free phone
The '84 Brougham on them blades, twenty-inch chrome
It's that dead pimp, walking with a dead leg limp
Keep your shrimp and grits
*****, I want some steak and eggs
Sipping on some OJ
Give me the blade, so I can slice open the blunt
And dump the guts on top your *****'s ****ing back
While she sucking on my ****
Blow me slowly, while I'm blowing smoke rings
While I'm pouring more lean
Hoes keep hoping I'mma share the codeine
Acting like a **** fiend
Show me that you know me, hoe
Smoke weed until I'm on the floor
Dressed in all black, with a purple glow
Sipping ice cold water in the ****ing snow
I don't trust hoes because I want to be alone
Throw them a bone
Sitting on my lap in the ****ing throne
Told her: "*****, pick up the phone—tell them I need another zone"
She was too stoned, and told them I'm home
Later that night they busted in the door
Put the chrome to my dome
Busted my head open
Left my brains on the floor
Just another dead pimp, never trust them ****ing hoes, hoe
Hydrocodone on the hands-free phone
The '84 Brougham on them blades, twenty-inch chrome
Hydrocodone on the hands-free phone
The '84 Brougham on them blades, twenty-inch chrome
Well it's that **** fiend
Staying higher than a Goodyear blimp
Every time I pour the lean, I wonder if I'll die like Pimp
Taking some hydrocodones, trapping off the flip phone
20 inches of black chrome
Riding, smoking on a zone
Sipping on that Tussionex
When it come to doing drugs, hoe, you know I do them the best
Ain't no flex
Got Pyrex, cooking ****
Don't sell it no more
All I do is indulge
****ing hoe won't leave me alone
Trying to jugg my drugs
And I'm like, "back up, back up!"
Before you get smacked up, smacked up
Running like a Mack Truck
Strap up, trying to get my racks up
Catch up, to my **** habits
Xan and dro's, got me ****ed up on the floor
Where to go
I don't know
When I'm high, just leave me alone
Hydrocodone on the hands-free phone
The '84 Brougham on them blades, twenty-inch chrome
Sipping on some *******, sip, sipping on some, sip—
Sipping on some *******, sip, sipping on some, sip—
Hydrocodone on the hands-free phone
The '84 Brougham on them blades, twenty-inch chrome
I gotta redhead like April to roll my blunts
Got an eighth in my jeans so you know what’s up
I brought a pack of the woods you can throw the dutch
Sipping Donatello when I’m pouring up
Slowing down blowing loud
Middle of the pit ***** throwing down
Riding 'round like **** the ops
**** the cops take me to trial
Bad ******* don’t **** with them
Might slip the **** or get high wit em
Might pimp my ***** but won't ride with her
Might get the top then its bye with her
Yo' main ***** my side hitta'
I ain't **** but she loving me
I’m ugly but she ****in' me
Bust a nut then roll a blunt for 3
Hit the door before I smoke da *****
Scrape the scale
Blow the fish
Drop the roof
Pop a tab
Find the truth always have
Bastard son with a past that’s ****ed
Cup full of blood in the cut where the bud
Suicide boys on the block where the drugs
'64 Chevy dead cop in the trunk like what
Hydrocodone on the hands-free phone
The '84 Brougham on them blades, twenty-inch chrome
Hydrocodone on the hands-free phone
The '84 Brougham on them blades, twenty-inch chrome
Sipping on some *******, sip, sipping on some, sip—
Sipping on some *******, sip, sipping on some, sip—
Sipping on some *******, sip, sipping on some, sip—
Sipping on some *******, sip, sipping on some, sip—
Sipping on some *******, sip, sipping on some, sip—
Sipping on some *******, sip, sipping on some, sip—