VERSE 1
Momma I'm sorry but I want to die tonight
Want a bullet in my brain so I can end this fuckin pain
With a knife to my wrists
I just want them bitches slit
Cigarette
Motha fuckin lungs be failin bit by bit
Bang my head against the wall
Then I throw a fuckin fit
In a pit
Crucifix
Keep that motha fucka flipped
Holy wit
Glock 18 up in my kit
Feel like shit
Nothin I can do bout it
FROODS that motha fucka just go fuckin deal with it

VERSE 2
Still depressed
Feel like shit
Feelin dizzy off the nic
Fuck my style?
EAT A DICK!
Beat yo momma wit a stick
Lunatic
Catch a brick
Take two bullets from this hick
Run yo mouth
Bitch get hit
By the boys up in my clique
Ash I flick
To the side
Dash the dog is by my side
Got no pride
Cyanide
Suicide up in the night
Not alright
No daylight
Hide my body out of sight
Bitch I bark
But I bite
My fuckin death I expedite
Thoughts of spite
God I smite
Fill the demons full of fright
Nati Lite
High like kite
Bitches say I'm impolite
DEAD BY NIGHT
It's not bright
Suicide my leading light

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