[Verse 1: Yung Christ]

Thirty golds up in my mouth

But they don't fit my teeth no more

Nose ring up in my snout

Guess I ain't too street no more

All you rap about is death

Everything is so depressed

How you gonna get some press?

How you gonna come up next?

But I could give a fuck about a check

I'd rather go and cut my neck

Put a bullet up in my vest

Put a knife up in my chest and do some drugs, let people gossip

Under my tongue, yeah, that's suboxone

Oxycontin, bitch, I'm toxic

Dirty cracker, bitch, I'm rotten

Top to bottom, $uicide, G, to the 5, to the 9

Yung Christ, $lick $loth

Risin' out that slime, killers with minds

Lo-fi Columbine

Kill them all with time

Kill them all with time (Rah, rah, rah, rah)

[Verse 2: James $pleen]

Too fire to hit the blunt, might pack it up and head out the front

Sayonara, sucker

This ain't a gun up to my head, it's a brain hugger

Paintin' the ceilin' with little pieces

Killin' myself, I don't really need a reason

Death is the reason that I'm breathin'

Yeah, I'm beatin' my heart, but my heart doesn't stop beatin'

Guess I'm that dead motherfucker

Call me James $pleen, I'm that dead motherfucker

Dead pimp, pimpin' dead ass ho's

Tangled clothes, rotten ass bodies at my show

Close the door and throw me in the hole, here come the crows

Overdose on overly overcast skies

This is my goodbye side

$uicide ridin' with the tubes tied

You might think I'm shy, but I just really don't wanna fucking meet you, kill yourself