[Intro: $crim]
Sui- Sui-

[Verse 1: $crim]
They said we wasn't shit, Now they all want to die
Sold souls grow cold with the devil on my side
Sippin' 4's, swervin' slow with them 20's on my ride
Pussy strong because I glo, but all them ho's they get denied
'Nother bitch, 'nother day with another blunt smoked
Hit the switches on the lake, on my mirror is a rope
Suicide 'til we ashes, fifty nine grey bastards
After that just take my urn and fucking dump it on the pastor

[Bridge: Mitchell Bay]
I used to be passive, so when I pass please just grab a wrap and roll me up and smoke me, I'm talking bout' my ashes
Yeah, just let me go off

[Verse 2: Ruby Da Cherry]
I'm from the seventh, ain't no heaven
In my destination, engine revvin', aimin' for the lake and bettin' on how long it takes for me to sink below, I go so low, so low
Ain't got no ho, I know I'm dead 'cause when it's cold outside I see no breath
I know I'm dead because my neck is red from rigor mortis
Settlin', I'm settlin' down underneath the ground, Inside the grave that $lick keep digging, yeah, he never finished because death is eternal, bitch, I'm Infernal, Internally determined to murder myself

[Verse 3: Mitchell Bay]
With the pain that I've engraved all up in my subconscious
From the self doubt among a couple other problems
I make my way through the flames
Unmasked like Kane, brimstones in my pocket
There ain't shit that you constructed, so the fuck down
Is where you can sit, ridin' r-round with suicide
In the N.O. on that Voodoo tip
When I blow up, when I blow u-up
Gonna cop a necklace that doubles as a belt when I murder myself
Please play Reservoir Dogs at my celebration of life
I don't want a funeral, I don't want no crying
Tell my mama that I'm sorry, that this is not a final memo
When I spilled the apple juice in the hall
Feeding what's eatin' at me, I will feast until I starve
Behaving self-destructive
Hip-hop cracked my shell up open
Unleashed my soul, planted a third eye up on my fore
Closing out the openings of stores
When I go off, when I go off
Feelin like Gorilla Zoe, mixtape a month
I get so lost when I'm in the booth, when I press record
I just might say, "Thank You, Based God" on a song with $UICIDEBOY$
Oh, my lord, feelin' evil, lucid, I might peel 'em like I'm-
Like I'm Luca Magnotta rockin' Rothco with my papa Derek Deano, bumpin' Clams Casino, yeah, wrestle with my demons like Ricky 'The Dragon' Steamboat
Mitchy Man, Savage Carlito, I record on an Apple with a Hawaiian shirt on
Rowdy Roddy Piper mixed with lil' rowdy motherfucker off the street
I'm always spittin' one too many