i no longer fear the razor guarding my heel (III)
the trials and tribulations of inner demonsChapter 1destroying the image in the mirrorif you were to get what you deserve you would know what the bottom of a tire tastes like

from the perspective of $lick $loth

still depressed. still misunderstood. still popping pills, popping seals, smoking backwoods. still smoke a swisher if you got it with you. everybody wants me sober but I'm not a quitter. i say the less you know the better. that west bank fire setter. $uicide dream team. it's that codeine fiend. hellbound is what I'm deemed. surrounded by crime scenes. only peace that I know is sleep or to be deceased. i can't call it anymore. get more depressed when I'm on tour. wake up in the middle of a war. wake up wishing that I was a fucking corpse

from the perspective of Ruby Da Cherry

Now if we got a problem then we got a problem. i don't give a fuck. i can't even see that far at the bottom. my cousin's toxic and I'm rotten. this ain't an option. i was opting out responsibility. turn a new leaf and get it popping, yeah. pull up on their fucking ass, and all they do is fucking askcan I flash you with the gas?and so I pull up on their ass, then I askwant to catch the gat's blast?it's always back to back. $uicide used to calm my depression. i used to call it my progression. it used to make me less upset and $uicide now causes all my depression.
Chapter 2the emptiness of being fulfilled
soul doubtfrom the perspective of Lil No Flash

sold out shows, but I don't believe in souls, so I doubt these shows are going to leave me feeling whole. a couple blunts I blow and now I'm idolized. a role model. that'll get 'em to get me to model clothes. i'd rather snort up roxy's till that dope bottle rattles. nope, I'm not about to tackle yet another problem. i'll have to put this one at the bottom. i feel like fucking sodom and gomorrah, but life is sweet. another black petal falling down right at my fucking feet. another flower rotten, a bouquet of efforts. sour scents are haunting my defeat
sold out funeral, no livenation fee
captivate a hundred thousand people, still me and the reaper meet. a hundred thousand want to meet you, I hope they'll let me be.

from the perspective of Lil Half Cut

i'm able to paint a picture most people can't even see. basquiat mixed with monet when that heron in me. self critic that's speaking in cryptic, defying the laws of physics. let me be specific, sadistic, mr. pessimistic. $lickity $loth, the motherfucker they call the anti-christ. used to dream of fans chanting, screaming that "$uicide." now I get on instagram and they're posting my personal life. i promise it's not what it seems. climb up just to fall down a stream.

drag me to the river
the richer i get the worse my liver gets
no strippers on my zipper
still in my room keep it dark as i can
remember scraping up change just for cigarettes. immortalized $uicide, no, they won't forget.
Chapter 3
the danger of drowning in a shallow surfaceall that glitters is not gold, but it's still damn beautiful
from the perspective of Lil Remains

yeah playa, yeah playa, all my teeth gold. damn playa, damn playa, i still can't sleep though. yeah playa, yeah playa, i be that sheep eater. wolf creeper but disguised as the grim reaper.

sad playa, sad playa, i be that sad playa. damn playa, damn playa, thought you was money making. yeah playa, yeah playa, don't change that, i'm forsaken. grey playa, third razor, laugh at you bitches hating. yeah playa, yeah playa, my pupils dilating. dope shot up in my veins, i'm feeling nauseated. law breaker, law breaker. i'm trying to feel alive. make sure my teeth gold when i'm filled up with formaldehyde. $uicide

from the perspective of Papa Pine

used to be called a bunch of things before they called me "snow leopard." i froze up and shivered off the shards of cold weather with no effort. leather belt around my throat feels so better than the rope i had before. the results are the same, but now i'm comfy when i go.

i got hoes that burn their wrist with the blunt they rolled for me. now i'm always stoned, always home alone. in the back of the benz, i got my squad, i know. but i only see them on the road, and the rest i know just want to use you.

they always wanna use you
snakes in my face, yeah, i think i'm medusa. polo pyjamas with the pockets ripped, the red, white, and blue ones. that's why i'm always losing money, but don't let that confuse you because now i got a mouth full of gold, but baby i'm still a loser.