I No Longer Fear the Razor Guarding My Heel (III)

[If You Were To Get What You Deserve, You Would Know What The Bottom Of A Tire Tastes Like]

[Interlude: Compilation Version]

[Intro: Lord Infamous, Pretty Tony & Womack & Womack]

I just can't seem to get my feet on the ground

Get buck, get buck

Murder, murder, murder, murder on me mind

Murder, murder on me mind

Get buck, get buck

Murder, murder, murder, murder on me mind

Murder, murder on me mind

Get buck, get buck

Murder, murder, murder, murder on me mind

Murder, murder on me mind

[Verse 1: $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, shit

I can't call it anymore, get more depressed when I'm on tour

Wake up in the middle of a war

Wake up wishin' that I was a fucking corpse, fuck

[Chorus: Lord Infamous, Pretty Tony & Womack & Womack]

I just can't seem to get my feet on the ground

Get buck, get buck

Murder, murder, murder, murder on me mind

Murder, murder on me mind

I just can't seem to get my feet on the ground

Get buck, get buck

Murder, murder, murder, murder on me mind

Murder, murder on me mind

[Verse 2: RUBY DA CHERRY]

Yeah, 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 toxic, and I'm rotten

This ain't an option, I was opting out responsibility

Turn a new leaf and get it poppin', yuh

Pull up on they fucking ass, all they do is fuckin' ask

"Can I flash you with the gas?"

And so I pull up on they ass, then I ask

"Want to catch the gat's blast?"

It's always back to back

($uicide, $uicide, $uicide, $uicide)

Used to calm my depression, used to call it my progression

Used to make me less upset, and—

($uicide, $uicide, $uicide, $uicide!)

Now causes all my depression

[Outro: Kevin Parker]

Oh, my love—

She said...

[Soul Doubt]

[Interlude: Compilation Version]

[Verse 1: LIL NO FLASH]

Sold out shows, but I don't believe in souls

So I doubt these shows gonna leave me feelin' 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 Roxys '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 fallin' down right at my fucking feet

Another flower rotten, a bouquet of efforts

Sour scents are haunting my defeat

(Sold out funeral, no live nation fee)

Captivate a hunnid-thousand people, still me and the reaper meet

A hunnid-thousand want to meet you, I hope they'll let me be

[Chorus: Koopsta Knicca]

Damn, I'm about to bust a cap up in these trizzick's crest

I'm thinkin' deadly, and I'm scopin' with that infrared

Kickin' with the hardest click, nigga bodies rottin' up in the ditches

Man, what's a bone when my tone hits like a ton of brizzicks?

[Verse 2: 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 speakin' in cryptic, defying the laws of physics

Let me be specific, sadistic, mister pessimistic

$lickity $loth, the motherfucker they call the antichrist

Used to dream of fans chanting, screaming that "$uicide"

Now I get on Instagram, and they 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 scrapin' up change just for cigarettes

Immortalized $uicide, no, they won't forget

[Outro: Koopsta Knicca]

Damn, I'm about to bust a cap up in these trizzick's crest

I'm thinkin' deadly, and I'm scopin' with that infrared

Kickin' with the hardest click, nigga bodies rottin' up in the ditches

Man, what's a bone when my tone hits like a ton of brizzicks?

Damn, I'ma—

[All That Glitters Is Not Gold, But It's Still Damn Beautiful]

[Interlude: Compilation Version]

[Chorus: Project Pat]

Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, I got gold teeth, nigga

[Verse 1: 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 hatin'

Yeah playa, yeah playa, my pupils dilatin'

Dope shot up in my veins, I'm feeling nauseated

Lawbreaker, lawbreaker, I'm tryna feel alive

Make sure my teeth gold when I'm filled up with formaldehyde

$uicide

[Chorus: Project Pat]

Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, I got gold teeth, nigga

[Verse 2: PAPA PINE]

Used to be called a bunch of things before they called me $now 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

And 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 wanna use you

(They always wanna use you)

Snakes in my face, yeah, I think I'm Medusa

Polo pajamas with the pockets ripped, the red, white and blue ones

That's why I'm always losin' money, but don't let that confuse you

'Cause now I got a mouth full of gold, but baby, I'm still a loser

[Chorus: Project Pat]

Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, I got gold teeth, nigga

Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, I got gold teeth