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letra de kill yourself (part ii) - extended edition - $uicideboy$

[verse 1: james $pleen]
they figured me a dead motherf-cker
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, motherf-cker
got a grey blade tatted on my wrist
i don’t really need to cut it anymore, and i don’t really need a b-tch
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
h-rns 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 f-cking dead again
looking for a place to belong, so i say, “f-ck god, f-ck the motherf-cking president”
address the american residents
with just a knife and the help of a relative
yeah, that’s $l!ck $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 f-cking dead
but my life has been lost, uh

[verse 2: $uicide christ]
isn’t it so convincing how i’m breathin’ down yo’ neck?
junkies in the back, loadin’ up the tec
f-ck 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 f-ck 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 f-ck with you f-ckers
suicide, c-ck it back one time, and i shoot it
keep it lowkey, always gotta keep it moving
b-tches be worried ’bout what i am doing
’cause they love $l!cky so much all because of my music
it’s the mac with the gat, that goes cl!ck-clack
shoot a motherf-ckers back
brains go splat
no time for a rat, ho
[outro: james $pleen]
$ui, $uicide, $uicide, $ui, $uicide
$ui, $uicide, $uicide, $ui, $uicide
$ui, $uicide, $uicide, $ui, $uicide
$ui, $uicide, $uicide, $ui, $uicide

[silence]

[outro: james $pleen]
i am the shipwreck with its scattered and soaked wood littering the ocean like a nest of roaches
the water smothers me patiently, and it waits to feel my body on the ocean floor
i am the captain
i stand on my ship, never leaving its side, for tonight i sleep in a shark’s stomach
the tears and rain both hit my face, as i lay on the deck and wait to drown
i am the thunder, i am the storm
hear me roar as i deafen all
i conduct my orchestra as loud as possible and conclude with a violent smash
i am washing the splinters from within my heart and i scream as it pumps
i let my lungs fill with water as the broken bath tub leaks

- uicideboy

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