| This that lo-fi, $uicide
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| Dreams of when I die
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| Blood red tears when I cry
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| Manic depression in my eyes
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| Player from the 80's
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| Crack cocaine done raised me
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| Lucifer done saved me
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| Satan’s son in a Mercedes
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| $uicide for life
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| Until I rot and decay
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| I’m hearing «kill them all»
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| With every word that I say
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| This my inauguration day to come up out of my grave
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| Resurected by the demon, Antoine De Moné
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| But, let’s get deeper
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| Got some bitches and a beeper
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| Soul seeker, I’m the fucking devil’s Aaron Neville
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| I got a soul to sell so it’s settled
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| Last week I sold my soul for a fucking bezel
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| Crucify me…
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| Crucify me wearing Tommy
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| All black with the goons behind me
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| Lurking, searching for that blood to spill
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| Pop them pills and sip that barre
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| Gut that blunt and light that gar, I’m smoking till the death
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| Pop them bars and fuck that broad, I’m searching for what’s next
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| Put me in a fucking Polo bodybag
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| Don’t be jealous everybody wanting what Oddy have
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| Shotty blast
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| Put that Tommy back and grab the Gucci
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| Uzi spraying through me
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| No my life ain’t like no mother fucking movie
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| Yeah, it’s more like a confession tape
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| Tape her confession, take off her dress and watch her fucking faint
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| Pretty girl sacrifice
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| Ugly hoe in the back on ice
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| Lit a match cause the gas was asking twice
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| Slash and slice I’m passing lice
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| Snatching ice and casting dice
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| Luck of the draw
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| Stuffing with straw until I choke and I clog
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| Yeah I’m cuffing myself bitch to Lucifer’s claw
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| Suit and a saw
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| Killing yourself is just business
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| Please don’t take it personal
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| In my hell it’s snowing, bitch
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| I’m watching winter fall
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| Crucify me wearing Tommy
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| All black with the goons behind me
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| Lurking, searching for that blood to spill
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| Pop them pills and sip that barre
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| Gut that blunt and light that gar, I’m smoking till the death
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| Pop them bars and fuck that broad, I’m searching for what’s next
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| Crucify me wearing Tommy
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| All black with the goons behind me
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| Lurking, searching for that blood to spill
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| Pop them pills and sip that barre
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| Gut that blunt and light that gar, I’m smoking till the death
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| Pop them bars and fuck that broad, I’m searching for what’s next
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| Crucify me wearing Tommy
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| All black with the goons behind me
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| Lurking, searching for that blood to spill
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| Pop them pills and sip that barre
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| Gut that blunt and light that gar, I’m smoking till the death
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| Pop them bars and fuck that broad, I’m searching for what’s next |