[Intro]

Uh, good mornin'

I just woke up

It is currently 6.. PM in the afternoon

It's not, its like 6:03 but it says 6:05, yeah

Hi hello

My Names Svicide and I just woke up

Tired of these rappers always claiming that they know punk

You don't, uh

Claiming Svicide will leave you stuck up

With bullets over your body

Aye, Aye, ok like run up

You don't got the guts to run up on me in the pit

Cause this Glock will hit your body leave you leaking from the ribs

Hey! That's it!

Imma leave his body on the curb

Imma leave his body geekin, screamin that his body hurt

That's it, Please break, I'm done, my face, I'm done, my soul, I'm done, I Achel, I'm done, I'm done

Somebody please come in da booth and shut this guy up!

And now for our friendly reminder, that if you don't like me

You can suck my fucking balls

We totin desert eagles, aim it at your skull

We shooting shots at your body

Liver is riddled with holes, he tried to pop but he froze

Oh No

Turn into a Monster when we hoppin in the moshpit

Spittin on yo grave while I be pissin on yo coffin

What was I supposed to think

I take Acid to indulge, so why should I decide to breathe

I should try to make em bleed and Crash

Haters wait for me to pass

Happy Under Vengence when I'm finished leave em leakin fast

Y'all yellow like Barry Benson no wonder you buggin

Totin clips like its call of duty so you know that we rushin

We mash his face in a muddy mess lil vrotti been munchin

Up on the curb we stomp his head in now he missing a dozen OK!

Like what did he say?

Leave his face wit major pain

Leavin em leakin in da paint

Bloody red like ichor vains

Burning blunts on my skin

Funny I can't feel a thing

Metal rods like Frankenstein electroshock cause I'm insane

Taking all these pills just to cope with my problems

Serotonin for my brain I know this illness is calming

Know my mama say she love me, hope I don't break my promise

Devil on my shoulder feed me lies I can't stop em

Luger on my hip, I feel like bayblade let it rip

Pull up talking shit, he ain't leavin wit his ribs

Get the bag then I dip, he ain't blood he ain't crip

You my son, think you a jit, bet he cool but he can't sip

This is where I scream

[Screams]

That's why people call me *BEEP*