I No Longer Fear the Razor Guarding My Heel (III)$UICIDEBOY$

[If You Were To Get What You Deserve, You Would Know What The Bottom Of A Tire Tastes Like]

[Interlude: Compilation Version]

[Intro: Lord Infamous, Pretty Tony & Womack & Womack]
I just can't seem to get my feet on the ground
Get buck, get buck
Murder, murder, murder, murder on me mind
Murder, murder on me mind
Get buck, get buck
Murder, murder, murder, murder on me mind
Murder, murder on me mind
Get buck, get buck
Murder, murder, murder, murder on me mind
Murder, murder on me mind

[Verse 1: $LICK $LOTH]
Still depressed, still misunderstood
Still popping pills, popping seals, smoking Backwoods
Still smoke a Swisher if you got it with you
Everybody wants me sober, but I'm not a quitter
I say the less you know the better, that West Bank fire-setter
$uicide dream team, it's that codeine fiend
Hellbound is what I'm deemed, surrounded by crime scenes
Only peace that I know is sleep or to be deceased, shit
I can't call it anymore, get more depressed when I'm on tour
Wake up in the middle of a war
Wake up wishin' that I was a fucking corpse, fuck

[Chorus: Lord Infamous, Pretty Tony & Womack & Womack]
I just can't seem to get my feet on the ground
Get buck, get buck
Murder, murder, murder, murder on me mind
Murder, murder on me mind
I just can't seem to get my feet on the ground
Get buck, get buck
Murder, murder, murder, murder on me mind
Murder, murder on me mind

[Verse 2: RUBY DA CHERRY]
Yeah, now if we got a problem, then we got a problem
I don't give a fuck, I can't even see that far at the bottom
My cousin toxic, and I'm rotten
This ain't an option, I was opting out responsibility
Turn a new leaf and get it poppin', yuh
Pull up on they fucking ass, all they do is fuckin' ask
"Can I flash you with the gas?"
And so I pull up on they ass, then I ask
"Want to catch the gat's blast?"
It's always back to back
($uicide, $uicide, $uicide, $uiciiiide)
Used to calm my depression, used to call it my progression
Used to make me less upset, and—
($uicide, $uicide, $uicide, $uiciiiide!)
Now causes all my depression

[Outro: Kevin Parker]
Oh, my love—
She said...


[Soul Doubt]

[Interlude: Compilation Version]

[Verse 1: LIL NO FLASH]
Sold out shows, but I don't believe in souls
So I doubt these shows gonna leave me feelin' whole
A couple blunts, I blow, and now I'm idolized, a role model
That'll get 'em to get me to model clothes
I'd rather snort up Roxys 'till that dope bottle rattles
Nope, I'm not about to tackle yet another problem
I'll have to put this one at the bottom
I feel like fucking Sodom and Gomorrah, but life is sweet
Another black petal fallin' down right at my fucking feet
Another flower rotten, a bouquet of efforts
Sour scents are haunting my defeat
(Sold out funeral, no live nation fee)
Captivate a hunnid-thousand people, still me and the reaper meet
A hunnid-thousand want to meet you, I hope they'll let me be

[Chorus: Koopsta Knicca]
Damn, I'm about to bust a cap up in these trizzick's crest
I'm thinkin' deadly, and I'm scopin' with that infrared
Kickin' with the hardest click, nigga bodies rottin' up in the ditches
Man, what's a bone when my tone hits like a ton of brizzicks?

[Verse 2: LIL HALF CUT]
I'm able to paint a picture most people can't even see
Basquiat mixed with Monet when that heron in me
Self-critic that's speakin' in cryptic, defying the laws of physics
Let me be specific, sadistic, mister pessimistic
$lickity $loth, the motherfucker they call the antichrist
Used to dream of fans chanting, screaming that "$uicide"
Now I get on Instagram, and they posting my personal life
I promise it's not what it seems, climb up just to fall down a stream
Drag me to the river
The richer I get, the worse my liver gets
No strippers on my zipper
Still in my room, keep it dark as I can
Remember scrapin' up change just for cigarettes
Immortalized $uicide, no, they won't forget

[Outro: Koopsta Knicca]
Damn, I'm about to bust a cap up in these trizzick's crest
I'm thinkin' deadly, and I'm scopin' with that infrared
Kickin' with the hardest click, nigga bodies rottin' up in the ditches
Man, what's a bone when my tone hits like a ton of brizzicks?
Damn, I'ma—


[All That glitters Is Not Gold, But It's Still Damn Beautiful]

[Interlude: Compilation Version]

[Intro: Project Pat]
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga, I got gold teeth, nigga
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga, I got gold teeth, nigga
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga, I got gold teeth, nigga
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga, I got gold teeth, nigga
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga, I got gold teeth, nigga
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga, I got gold teeth, nigga
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga, I got gold teeth, nigga
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga, I got gold teeth, nigga

[Verse 1: LIL REMAINS]
Yeah playa, yeah playa, all my teeth gold
Damn playa, damn playa, I still can't sleep though
Yeah playa, yeah playa, I be that sheep eater
Wolf creeper, but disguised as the grim reaper
Sad playa, sad playa, I be that sad playa
Damn playa, damn playa, thought you was money making?
Yeah playa, yeah playa, don't change that, I'm forsaken
Grey playa, third Razor, laugh at you bitches hatin'
Yeah playa, yeah playa, my pupils dilatin'
Dope shot up in my veins, I'm feeling nauseated
Lawbreaker, lawbreaker, I'm tryna feel alive
Make sure my teeth gold when I'm filled up with formaldehyde
$uicide

[Chorus: Project Pat]
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga, I got gold teeth, nigga
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga, I got gold teeth, nigga
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga, I got gold teeth, nigga
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga, I got gold teeth, nigga

[Verse 2: PAPA PINE]
Used to be called a bunch of things before they called me $now Leopard
I froze up and shivered off the shards of cold weather with no effort
Leather belt around my throat feels so better than the rope I had before
The results are the same, but now I'm comfy when I go
I got hoes that burn their wrist with the blunt they rolled for me
And now I'm always stoned, always home alone
In the back of the Benz, I got my squad, I know
But I only see them on the road
And the rest, I know just wanna use you
(They always wanna use you)
Snakes in my face, yeah, I think I'm Medusa
Polo pajamas with the pockets ripped, the red, white and blue ones
That's why I'm always losin' money, but don't let that confuse you
'Cause now I got a mouth full of gold, but baby, I'm still a loser

[Outro: Project Pat]
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga, I got gold teeth, nigga
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga, I got gold teeth, nigga
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga, I got gold teeth, nigga
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga, I got gold teeth, nigga
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga, I got gold teeth, nigga
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga, I got gold teeth