| Dirty golds up in my mouth, but they don’t fit my teeth no more
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| Nose ring up in my snout, guess I ain’t to street no more
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| All you rap about is death
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| Everything is so depressed
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| How you going to get some press?
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| How you going to come up next?
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| But, I could give a fuck about a check
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| I rather go and cut my neck
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| Put a bullet up in my vest
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| Put a knife up in my chest
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| And do some drugs, let people gossip
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| Under my tongue, yea, that’s suboxone
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| Oxycontin, bitch I’m toxic
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| Dirty cracker, bitch I’m rotten
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| Top to bottom, $uicide
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| G to da 5 to da 9
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| Yung Chri$t, $lick $loth
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| Rising out that slime, killers with minds
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| Lo-fi Columbine
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| Kill them all with time
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| Kill them all with time…
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| Too fire to hit the blunt
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| Might pack it up and head out the front
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| Sayonara sucka
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| This ain’t a gun to my head, it’s a brain hugger
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| Paiting the ceiling with little pieces
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| Killing myself, I don’t really need a reason
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| Death is the reason that I’m breathing
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| Yeah, I’m beating my heart but my heart doesn’t stop beating
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| Guess I’m the dead mother fucker
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| Call me James Spleen, I’m that dead mother fucker
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| Dead pimp pimping dead ass hoes
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| Tangled clothes
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| Rotten ass bodies at my show
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| Close the door and throw me in the hole
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| Here come the crows
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| Overdose on overly overcast skies
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| This is my goodbye side
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| Suicide riding with the tubes tied
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| You might think I’m shy but I just really don’t want to fucking meet you
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| Kill yourself |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Heavily Medicated , by - $uicideboy$. Song from the album KILL YOURSELF Part III: The Budd Dwyer Saga, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп