$UICIDEBOY$ – I No Longer Fear The Razor Guarding My Heel III lyrics

IF YOU WERE TO GET WHAT YOU DESERVE, YOU WOULD KNOW WHAT THE BOTTOM OF A TIRE TASTES LIKE

[Interlude: Soundcloud Version]

[Hook: Womack & Womack, [?] & Lord Infamous]
I just can't seem to get my feet on the ground
Get bucked, get bucked
Murder, murder, murder, murder on me mind
Murder, murder on me mind
Get bucked, get bucked
Murder, murder, murder, murder on me mind
Murder, murder on me mind
Get bucked, get bucked
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 wishing that I was a fucking corpse, fuck

[Hook: Womack & Womack, [?] & Lord Infamous]
I just can't seem to get my feet on the ground
Get bucked, get bucked
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 bucked, get bucked
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's toxic and I'm rotten, this ain't an option
I was opting out responsibility
Turn a new leaf and get it popping, yuh
Pull up on their fucking ass, all they do is fucking ask
"Can I flash you with the gas?"
And so I pull up on their ass, then I ask
"Want to catch the gat's blast?"
It's always back to back
($uicide, $uicide, $uicide, $uiciiiide)
Used to calm my depression, used to call it my progression
It used to make me less upset and–
($uicide, $uicide, $uicide, $uiciiiide!)
Now causes all my depression
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohh!

[Outro: Kevin Parker]
Oh my love
She said

SOUL DOUBT

[Interlude: Soundcloud Version]

[Verse 1: LIL NO FLASH]
Sold out shows, but I don't believe in souls
So I doubt these shows are going to leave me feeling 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 Roxy's 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 falling 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 hundred thousand people, still me and the reaper meet
A hundred thousand want to meet you, I hope they'll let me be

[Hook: Koopsta Knicca]
Damn I'm about to bust a cap up in these trizzicks crest
I'm thinkin' deadly and I'm scopin' with that infrared
Kickin' with the hardest click
Nigga bodies rottin' up in them 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 Herron in me
Self-critic that's speaking in cryptic, defying the laws of physics
Let me be specific, sadistic, Mr Pessimistic
$lickity $loth, the motherfucker they call the Anti-Christ
Used to dream of fans chanting, screaming that "$uicide"
Now I get on Instagram and they're 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 scraping up change just for cigarettes
Immortalized $uicide, no, they won't forget

[Hook: Koopsta Knicca]
Damn I'm about to bust a cap up in these trizzicks crest
I'm thinkin' deadly and I'm scopin' with that infrared
Kickin' with the hardest click
Nigga bodies rottin' up in them 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 DAMN BEAUTIFUL

[Interlude: Soundcloud Version]

[Hook: Project Pat]
Yeah nigga yeah nigga, I got gold teeth nigga
Yeah nigga yeah nigga, I got gold teeth nigga
Yeah nigga yeah nigga, I got gold teeth nigga
Yeah nigga yeah nigga, I got gold teeth nigga
Yeah nigga yeah nigga, I got gold teeth nigga
Yeah nigga yeah nigga, I got gold teeth nigga
Yeah nigga yeah nigga, I got gold teeth nigga
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 hating
Yeah playa, yeah playa, my pupils dilating
Dope shot up in my veins, I'm feeling nauseated
Lawbreaker, lawbreaker, I'm trying to feel alive
Make sure my teeth gold when I'm filled up with formaldehyde
$uicide

[Hook: Project Pat]
Yeah nigga yeah nigga, I got gold teeth nigga
Yeah nigga yeah nigga, I got gold teeth nigga
Yeah nigga yeah nigga, I got gold teeth nigga
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 Snow 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 pyjamas with the pockets ripped, the red, white and blue ones
That's why I'm always losing money but don't let that confuse you
'Cause now I got a mouth full of gold, but baby I'm still a loser

[Hook: Project Pat]
Yeah nigga yeah nigga, I got gold teeth nigga
Yeah nigga yeah nigga, I got gold teeth nigga
Yeah nigga yeah nigga, I got gold teeth nigga
Yeah nigga yeah nigga, I got gold teeth nigga
Yeah nigga yeah nigga, I got gold teeth nigga
Yeah nigga yeah nigga, I got gold teeth