$UICIDEBOY$ - I NO LONGER FEAR THE RAZOR GUARDING MY HEEL IV (BASS BOOSTED)

LYRICS (Aye, yuh, yuh) Reach into my pocket, then I grab a couple crumbled tonics We look like some crumbled [?] Blunted out, then fussing something Paranoia, turn my stomach H1 Hummer, rough and rugged Desert camo truck to the front, shirt unbuttoned, seat adjusted One-hundred miles per hour, bitch, I seem accustomed 'Til life in the fast lane nothing And the motherfucking gas tank dumpin' Ashes are laughin' Fucking duckin' what comes from the Government Peelin' out until the sunset Eyes so low, look like a sunset Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away (always!) Back on my bullshit Now I have to pay a debt Put my foot on the fuckin' brakes Silent for life, he came Yung Christ All I got was a death wish and centerpiece of $uicide Fuck this ego, fuck this rap Easily execution On my side Homicide, homicide What we used to all the time We in the Benz, off the benzos our depression clinical (right) You hear me? We in the Benz, off the benzos our depression clinical, clinical, clinical mind [Song 2] We are tired of this new world I don't want to be here $uicide, $uicide, my end $uicide, $uicide, my end You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son Meet me by the moon (right) Half past dusk (fuck that) Back from the dust, Cut Throat He loves them drugs and guns Chillin' in the cut Got about 20k and a gun (what?) Got a bottle of Adderall, cigarette butts Every day adds up Do I look like I give a fuck? (no!) Every day up every month (what?) Bloody knives turns bloodier Death will be right in front of ya' (what?) Still wouldn't recognize her (hold up) Got a death list That's some still gotta catch this motherfucking TEC quick Die, bitch, die, bitch You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son Aye, you ever had to dig your own grave? Live your life with no name? Backwood full of dro' mane, okay '96 Benz with that cocaine Pay hoe high tell my death got a propane tank Blow gas seeping all over the house every time I say so Light a fucking match Let that tank blow So glad I stayed home Someone called the cops on the payphone Flames all around me, man, I hope they fucking drown me Crown made of ashes, only way they fucking found me Forget about me, only way you might not feel so lousy Forget about me, on my own head out with the price, the bounty [Song 3] For my last trick, I don't think I'm cut out for this rap shit Aye, you wanna keep going—or? Nah, that's it $uicide, I'm fucking screamin' from the rooftop The only thing I ever did worth mentioning ever since $lick Burn me a CD of Lil Wayne, that shit probably still in my boombox But nowadays, I can walk into an establishment and select myself on a fucking jukebox If I wanted to cop a black Countach Drive that shit like two blocks; then I smash in the back of a new cop car, now I think I'm on a two Yeah, just get a bunch of face tats, it's gonna be cool Man, fuck you Why you acting like such a bitch? SoundCloud that, SoundCloud that, SoundCloud that Ay man, cut that shit off, man. It sucks man, garbage, man Sounds like a fucking generic Three 6, man Fuck the $uicideboy$, shitty ass music Too dumb. Get the fuck outta here Change the station, they fucking wack, lil' whore They're way too fucking short—get the fuck outta here Yeah, still feel like I'm losing, ay Me and kin still feel like we losing, ay We still feel like we losing, ay Losing, losing I'm on the lean, yeah, that drank I'm on them bars, blowing thing I'm on a lot amphetamines Got no time for sleep, lost in my thoughts I don't know who a friend or who a enemy Nurtured and disturbed, down from head to toe Have feelings sometimes gotta let it go Plenty of days thought shit was over Creator of the movement, creator of the music Still feel like I'm losing

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