SUICIDE Lyrics

Suicidal thoughts, why you question my existence

Leave my perils shocked and my oppositions missing

I race against the clock and I have no pot to piss in

With every single shot, I will complete all my missions

Just listen

My killing sprees are not my only visions

To turn my limitations into pistons and emissions

Nigga run up and running, I getting to running and gunning

You niggas murdering nothing

My mind is hurdling something

The drunken dunken the drum in the gun

The clip hold a hundred

Fumbling dozens of fuckin slugs in ya tummy because the pain was too hungry

I'm killing myself by heatin the oven

You son of sons are my son in which I'm loving to son inside the heat which I'm sunnin

You niggas hillbillies underground, died from fuckin yo cousins and if I send you another round

That choppa gon get to bussin

Get to cussin

Blood lustin

Spill your guts and leave you repugnant

I leave my bye gone by bye gones

I keep one loaded just to have fun

The murder master

The gun blaster

The toe tagger

Natural disaster without a path to follow after

Except the factor of killing all you fuckin actors

I got the map for destruction

I love clutchin and causing crucial concussions

Niggas think they playin with me

I'm playing for fun and playing for keeps

You reap what sow

I reap all your souls and leave you discrete

I'm breathing the heat

The sun in my teeth

I'm beginning to see the villain in me

The side of envy

The one from under the sea

To leave you decease

You read me Capeesh

Just follow the beat

And it'll give you a peep

I'm ready for more than just a terrorist attack

Rebellious in fact

Come in with a gat and leave with a bat

Like cat in the hat, my rhymes are like that

It's just simple math while I'm running on tracks

I'll make a dramatic entrance

Without the Glock 9 extensions I'll leave them in trenches not the mention the car suspension

I keep it ready to ignite with ignition

Cause a malfunction

Overload from the sound of a virus code in the system

I'll overdose while suspended in animation

I feel like I'm comatose

Underlay or just Vamonos with the stick

You'll get shot up close or from a distance

Leave a face but without the nose

Nigga actin nosey so I left a blow hole

Taste of blood in my own throat

Might as well call my frozone cause I got a long head and a nigga so cold

Feeling like suicide is my only choice

In the room it's just you and I living with no voice

Suicide isn't the intention but the poise

I try to set retention to alleviate the distance from my mental state's decision so for every word that's written it prevails but with no rejoice

Suicide is the only choice