Aite, Bet. - $uicideboy$

Clouds approach

As I move through towns and quote Latin texts found under Rome

Swarming storms, I’m forming horns

I’m pouring Os in styrofoam

Ignoring hoes, I might go home

Torn in two, the guts get thrown

Them blunts get blown, afford it on my own

Spend some money, now I’m broke

I ain’t worried 'bout it though, I’ll get some later down the road

Root of all that’s evil, I know

Six-six-six times for my soul

Slit my wrist, I’m sinking low

Lit my list, I’m burning slow

Wish for bliss, and turn to stone

One time for the projects

Two times for the 7th Ward

Threes up for The Misfits

$uicide, we can’t be ignored

Smoke I be blowin', put holes in the ozone

Ruby times $lick, we smoke out to the O gone

Couple xan bars got me callin' to postpone

This bitch who wanna fuck, but I can’t 'cause I’m so gone

Unknown to the world you see, praised to by the six feet deep

Run up if you wanna, keep a weapon on me

Looking for the right one?

I’m the one you seek

Slash, slash, cut, cut

Cock back—buck, buck!

Claim that you was rough, but now you all shot up

Said that you was tough, but now you all roughed up

Triple six killers, and they all fuck-ups