My Scars Are Like Evidence Being Mailed To The Judge - $uicideboy$

Eternal rest

The bloody mess

Keeping the motherfucking devil hot

Satanic mentality

Happily making the bodies drop

I'm on the block

Circling cops

Ready for their demise

Screams resinate through the night so I can't close my eyes

Hard to swallow when the hollows enter through your throat

Lately I wallow in my sorrow cause I cannot cope

The dope, the coke, the drank, the lean, the pills, the X, the smoke

The rope to choke the pain away

I'm broken till I croak

Baby let me get the keys to the Rover truck

Baby let me get the weed

There's more for us

When these suckas leave, yeah we can smoke a blunt and fuck

I bust a nut and now it's time to get the fuck up out my crib

Yeah, here's a couple bucks

Bitch I'm Oddy Nuff

Creeping out the cut

Blood seeping out my cut with the shotty pump

You might escape the Tommy gun because I'm busy puffing blunts

But soon enough, you'll come back round

You screaming "Lock me up! Please! Box me up!"

I got you sucka

Start a flame and turn your body into dust

Smoke your body in the blunt

Copy us

I'll light it up