歌手:$uicideboy$
专辑:《KILL YOURSELF Part III: The Budd Dwyer Saga》

Yo, light that cigarette, I'm tripping
Ash it then I flick it
Liquid got me feeling wicked
Sickening how I'm thinking
Every weekend during evenings
I'm creeping, all black secrets
Got a demon who be speaking
I swear to God, they so misleading
I'm just a skeleton in clothing
Junkie that be flowing
I be that, boogeyman in your closet
That drug money in your wallet
All black for a home invasion
Smoking that ****** till I'm Asian
Up in that alley way I'm bent
Switch blade on my hip
Sipping dip that's mixed with Crys
Got me tripping, talking ************t...

Got me tripping talking ************t (Uh)
I'm twisted on that dip (Yea) x2

100 blunts to the face
100 cups of the bale x4

It's that grim reaping mother ******
Patch me up, I'm leaking
Snatch me up your ************, I'm riding dirty swerving and I'm skewing
What I'm seeking is a soul, you could consider me a demon
Dreaming of a ****** boy ********
************, I'm scheming
************, I'm steaming up some ************
And I'll be damned if you is reaching for this blunt your ************ rolled laced with your homies' ashes
I'm teasing meaning I told your ************ that we would ******, but didn't for no reason
Please and thank you when I drop a track
My audience is a bunch of zombies teaming up to try and stop me
Tony told me it was chopper season, leave you screaming for your mommy
Spray them with that tommy, then I spray them with that Tommy
Mmm... You smell good for a dead mother******

100 blunts to the face
100 cups of the bale x4