I No Longer Fear the Razor Guarding My Heel II

[I Will One Day Learn To Fly into the Stars]

[Hook: Koopsta Knicca]
The sky is red, them voices in my head
Kill 'em in the shed, I'm scared a n*gga dead
The sky is red, them voices in my head
Kill 'em in the shed, I'm scared a n*gga dead
The sky is red, them voices in my head
Kill 'em in the shed, I'm scared a n*gga dead
The sky is red, them voices in my head
Kill 'em in the shed, I'm scared a n*gga dead
The sky is red, them voices in my head
Kill 'em in the shed, I'm scared a n*gga dead

[Verse 1: $LICK $LOTH]
Creepin' out the shed, gun in hand, time to make a stain
c*ck it back and put the lead, grrrah, grrrah! Let it rain
Overdosing rookies, I'm the bookie for the f*cking devil
Jacket full of metal, in the flames where the $carecrow meddle
Every time I smoke on the dope, 'till my lungs choke
$licky keep that rope on my throat, hangin' off the oak
Bodies in the river, feelin' bitter with a spotted liver
Send a killer quitter, pull the trigger on the f*cking mirror

[Hook: Koopsta Knicca]
The sky is red, them voices in my head
Kill 'em in the shed, I'm scared a n*gga dead
The sky is red, them voices in my head
Kill 'em in the shed, I'm scared a n*gga dead

[Verse 2: RUBY DA CHERRY]
I be coughin' up my lungs, got a problem with them blunts
You know Ruby never f*cked with ya'
I never sold no drugs, I ain't worried about money
I don't want to feel numb, that's why I'm holdin' up this gun
Don't need protection from no one
That's my escape route, pull the plug
Ruby $uicidal, I know $lick is $uicidal, b*tch
I'm guidin' my disciples right out of this f*cking cycle, b*tch
Just grab that f*cking rifle, aim between their f*cking eyes
So they just wait for the revival, dial 666 on my phone, hoe


[My Closet Is a Graveyard]

[Interlude: Compilation Version]

[Intro: Lord Infamous]
Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia
Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia

[Hook: Gangsta Boo]
I blaze the blunt up in the air just to relax and get high
The moon is full, and all I see is 666 in the sky
I blaze the blunt up in the air just to relax and get high
The moon is full, and all I see is 666 in the sky
I blaze the blunt up in the air just to relax and get high
The moon is full, and all I see is 666 in the sky
I blaze the blunt up in the air just to relax and get high
The moon is full, and all I see is 666 in the sky

[Verse 1: ODDY NUFF DA $NOW LEOPARD]
Gravity's a b*tch, I'm feelin' heavy
Prolly from all these pills in my belly, whippin' the Chevy
I'm gripping the machete, palm never sweaty
Bust yo' head up open, and blood is spillin' like confetti
b*tch, I'm duckin' low, hoping that death is motherf*cking ready
He been stalking, he been watchin' Cherry, tryna turn me into jelly
Palm full of plenty pennies, I'm invested in a cheap death
Skin is sweatin', peeping, now my seat wet, as I leak a weak breath
I'm the shepherd, b*tch, and all my sheep dead

[Hook: Gangsta Boo]
I blaze the blunt up in the air just to relax and get high
The moon is full, and all I see is 666 in the sky
I blaze the blunt up in the air just to relax and get high
The moon is full, and all I see is 666 in the sky

[Verse 2: YUNG $CARECROW]
Just another nobody, nobody body filled with Oxy, ayy
Heron inside the foil, five bags inside my pocket, ayy
Felonies, felonies with your b*tch, and eating Lebanese
I can see anything, Gabapentin got me bendin' knees
Depressing, I know it, I show it, they love this, so now I'm glowing
Pressing the fact that I'm loathing my whole life, so I just folded
Heron the drill like Folgers, I'm just growing colder
Looking over my shoulder, I know the reaper's getting closer


[CLYDE (I Hope At Least One of My Ex-Girlfriends Hears This)]

[Interlude: Compilation Version]

[Intro: Children of the Corn]
Suicidal, schizophrenic n*gga evil ways
Suicidal, schizophrenic n*gga evil ways
Suicidal, schizophrenic n*gga evil ways
Suicidal, schizophrenic n*gga evil ways
Suicidal, schizophrenic n*gga evil ways
Suicidal, schizophrenic n*gga evil ways

[Verse 1: YUNG PLAGUE]
Tryna get on my pimp sh*t, but I'm stuck on my dirty tip
So I f*ck an ugly b*tch, all the pretty hoes ditch
Yeah, they know it's no myth
I'm at large, I'm a sad sap tryin' out feeling good
All these c*nts with a fat ass talking 'bout my nut
Got the last laugh, but only as long as the last laugh
Grey flags, so your death mask half-c*cked
Shawty blast, so these hands pop gats with the blast
At last, the moment has passed; I got a gash in my thick skull
Throw me in the trash, call for a pickup
Death over b*tches all because of Krystal
Blood spillin' in my motherf*cking pimp cup
Used to love the b*tch, now she suckin' other di*ks
So I cut my f*cking wrists, feel like a puddle of p*ss
$uicide death of me
Who gives a f*ck? No one

[Hook: Children of the Corn]
Suicidal, schizophrenic n*gga evil ways
Suicidal, schizophrenic n*gga evil ways
Suicidal, schizophrenic n*gga evil ways
Suicidal, schizophrenic n*gga evil ways

[Verse 2: $LICK $LOTH]
$licky got the motherf*cking pedigree
But generally, all my ex-hoes become my enemies
And my next hoes will deal with jealousy
From a couple chickenheads, Tori and Sophie
Couple of them b*tches that ain't important
If pus*y curvin' was a sport, they'd call me Jordan
With my endorsement remaining dormant
When it come to these b*tches that play informant, ayy
All the girls I done f*cked with got kids or ex-husbands
They junkies or strippers, but hey, I'm not judging
Don't f*ck with a hippy b*tch, f*ck with a skinny b*tch
f*ck with a needy b*tch, f*ck with a greedy b*tch
Nah, I can't do that sh*t
Too much energy, energy spent unsuccessfully
Oh, please just let me be one of your memories