Tryin' to survive through out the night, Tryin' to stay high till sunrise, been Tryin' find my way out, Tryin find my way now, But everything keeps me weighed down, Livin life, but I'm feelin' played out, Just trying to count my last days out, Homies that said they'd stay down ain't around, Stuck alone to face these break downs, Feeling like I'm so out of place now, Just wasting time while I hang around, When I should hang a noose around my neck, Stop wasting time, stop wasting breath. Take the blade from my back, Use it to remove my heart from my chest, Lay my wicked soul to rest, Only in death can I be blessed, with an escape from the stress. Sick and tired of living in this mess, Picking up pieces cutting my hands on whats left. I'm Broke in side, But don't need you to teach me how to scream, Bitch I'll kill your whole team, Pullin that uzi out these skinny jeans, Demonic flow, makes me a dope fiend, Turn the volume up, Let this track make you OD, Smoking till I'm floating, Eyes closed, Don't know where I'm going. Ya bitch steady hoeing, Always asking if she can blow me, Turn my dreams into schemes, Flipping what I'm holding, Till my mouth so icey, my smile starts glowing. Sell my soul for sex, drugs, fame, and fortune, let me be the false idol that you all worship, Cause these mainstream rappers just feeding you horse shit, And I got bitches who wanna have my abortion. Chorus: On a suicide trip, Another drinking binge, Ignoring my phone, Unless it's my bitch. Slit both of my wrists, I'mma scummy piece of shit, Leave me alone, Unless you got my fix.x2 Take me away from all the pain and anguish, I'm sick and tired of every day, it's the same shit, Day in and day out, Wake up, and I can't take it, Smoke until I smile, only way to fake it, Drink myself to sleep, only way to escape it, I'm already dead, No need to delay it, I cut my story in my wrists, Don't need to explain it, Being a fuck ups in my blood, So I cut it to drain it, I'm hungry for a come up, Cut up, Covered in blood, Bandana up, I'mma run up, Cause I'm feinding for my drugs, Taking what you got, Be glad you keep your life, Because I could take that too, if you'd like. When I get up on a mic, it's automatically a murder, I'm the sickest motherfucker ya never ever heard of, Make a bitch scream, but she love how I hurt her, This rap things my bitch, and shit I sure know how to work her. Depressed, I guess, I mean, I contimplate suicide a lot, My friends just tell me that I need to try and think happier thoughts, My mom and dad tell me that I need to reach out for God, But I don't want things to get better, I just want it to stop. Lost in myself, Misfortune and misery, Murder motherfuckers mystically, Mesmerize masses in mystery, Mix manslaughter and medication methodically, Man I'mma monstrosity, Got that black market monopoly.

Dress in all black, Always ready to be buried, Two shots in the back, Headed to the cemetary, I am the walking dead, Bitch I'll be back again, Etheral voice telling you to cut your wrists in your head. Trust me kid, You don't wanna sink to my level, I've been up all night, Smoking chronic with the devil, Red eyes dead inside, Slit wrist rebel, Sticks and stones might break my bones, but you just throwing pebbles. Look at these petals fall from a black rose, Red marks left all around your throat, Because you had to oppose the choosen one, Talking about me, The prodigal son, Bullet chambered in the gun, Ready to let that red rum run. These fuck boys trying to act like emcees, Mumbling about promethazine, But when I dump that magazine, You're gonna see all these wanna bes bleed, Grippin the heat, Defeat ya whole team, by myself, put that up on me. I been writing that killa shit, Makes a kid wanna kill a bitch, Lit from these bong rips, This chick wants my dick, First I cut my wrist, Let the blood drip on her clit, Sex and death is such a mix. Bite her lips till I taste that crimson, Living in sin has become my addiction, Get the nails, I'm ready for my crucafiction. Chorus: I don't know how the fuck I do this shit. Feelin like I'm about to lose it quick. Belt around my neck, Make a noose with it, Everything I touch is left in ruins.x2 Never been good enough, But I learned how to bluff, Learn to love the taste of my blood, Kicked in the teeth, Life fucked me up, My head is such a mess, Stuck layin in bed depressed, Every day I feel myself regress, Wishing someone would cut my neck, Everything so bleak and empty, If I die, How long till they forget me? I dream of peace, Please, just let me bleed, Seeking an end to this misery. Or at least let me get the pills in me that I know I need, Ease the depression and anxiety, that's eating at me. Living in a prison made up of addiction, I don't keep my demons hidden, They're well documented in all that I've written, It isn't just an image, I'm sick of prescriptions, Pushed to my limits, Wondering if getting clean was a stupid decision. It's been 5 years of nothing but stormy weather, and empty promises it eventually gets better, Convincing myself to rip up suicide letters, But it's getting harder and harder under all this pressure. Breaking down, and feeling so worthless, Roll up a joint that I'mma burn quick, It kinda helps numb the hurt, shit, I'm not asking for everything to be perfect, But if I'm being earnest, Maybe I deserve this? My heart beats just a burden. Take another xannax, On the third one, Succumbed to introversion, Writing a suicide sermon.

They say that I've lost my mind. They say that I just ain't right. Awake at night with blood shot eyes Pale skin never see day light Singing lullabies of suicide to the crucified dead inside, Melancholy melodies reside in side my mind's darkest confines. Long lines of cocaine cut up for long nights, I've got a strong fight, Bad bark, But I got a worse bite. Like a virgin for her first time, Got blood dripping down her thighs, I am the lord of the flies, Bleed blaspheme, Biblical lies, Drowning under Poseidon's tides, See my cut wrists while I wave good bye, See you again when the dead rise. Crucified upside down in the depths of hell, With heroin needles instead of nails, Two bad bitches beside me, but they got horns and scales, Pitchforks and tails. Sulfur and brimstone is all that I smell, Suffering is all that I see, Feel my skin slowly start to melt, Existing eternally in agony, Cut my neck and just let me bleed, Sever every single artery, Inject me with pure mercury, Slash my wrists vertically, Preform open heart surgery, But only find an empty chest cavity. Chorus: I envy the dead, And the peace of mind only they can know. I want to lay back, Close my eyes, and let go of my soul. Heart beat gets weak, Everything turns dark and bleak. I envy the dead when I can't sleep. x2 Smoke sesh with the dead, Suicidal friends left voices in my head, Saying slit my wrists and join them, Cut my neck if there's no ink left in my pen, Finger paint lyrics in blood instead, Embrace the blood shed, Cut off the dragon's head, Use bitch's skin as a bedspread, Watch a sunset while playing russian roulette. Take another shot, bet, kept hostages, To be honest, I'm not a jihadist, In fact I'm godless, Dead, decaying and rotten, Blood dripping from fists in mosh pits, Home is where the heart is, But I'm heartless, rib cage haunted, Ghosts in the smoke from bong rips, I don't write love songs and sonnets, I fuck Christian bitches tied up in bondage, Tell them I'm a prophet, and it's what Jesus wanted, After I cum, I have her cut my wrists for me, Laying back, nodding off blissfully, With that heroin hitting me instantly, Hoping that when I sleep, I won't have to leave that dream, Leave that scene, Even if make believe peace is the only serenity I'm meant to see, I'm tired of living a life that's dead to me, Feeling like I'm too dead to breathe, What could there even be left for me, Insomnia, Depression, and anxiety, a life of slavery to chemical dependencies, Suicidal melodies, Drug induced felonies, Shit, Living is hell to me, When I'm dead, There'll only be hell for me.

If you want to handle this business quick, Then I'm ready to handle it, I stand equipped to mangle these kids getting up in my shit, Like they think they gangsta, They don't know they in danger, Now they in the hands of a strangler, Death ain't no stranger to me, I hear the dead speak unholy prophecies, Telling me, That I'm a prodigy, Watching me slaughtering emcees, with ease, death visits like a breeze, Taking your spirit with me, While your wrists bleed, Standing over your grave pissing, Snake never shoulda started hissing. Take ya shot, but you're gonna miss me, Lately my trigger finger been really itching, You're on my bad side, I ain't feeling forgiving, Don't need to lord to forgive me, Sit on my throne in hell, while I'm grinning. Feasting on the flesh of sinners like it's thanksgiving, Dive in the blood of the innocent and go swimming, Fuckin this bitch, Rubbing her clit, Her body laying there twitching, She's my little slut, hungry for my cum, and she loves to please this king. Chorus: Man, it's bareknuckle shit, We busting lips, We cutting wrists, Watch me fuck ya bitch, I'll straight fuck up a snitch. Man, We got them switch blades, So full of hate, shaking with rage, Get the fuck up out my face, Don't test your fate. Testing me, Now that's perplexing me, If you want to rest in peace, Well then tempt me and see, Other wise just leave me be, Keep making a scene, gonna make me pull the heat, Barrel in your mouth, blow out your teeth, Pathetic how you beg and plea for mercy. Bandanas on my face are stained from the blood that sprays when I swing my blade, A barbaric cannibal warlord, Swinging my sword, To turn the enemies forces into corpses, Of course it's sick, How I murder this shit, Never heard of ya clique, Now ya all buried quick, Ya'll drooling at what I spit, Envious little kids wishing they had these lyrics, Hear this mixtape, and start to cut ya wrists, Darkness eating away at your will to live, I write masterpieces, I don't try to make hits, Radio and mainstream can just gobble this dick, I'm eloquent with my embellishment, That makes me an artist, I just happen to be painting a picture of your carcass.

I've turned to devils and demons, In my time of need, I can feel my depression deepen, The walls all closing in on me, I suffer silently in secret, I don't know what you believe, I've given up on trying to achieve inner peace, Can't make peace with this inner beast, Six, Six, Six, Dripping from a slit wrist, That I just cut fresh, Sticks and Stones, Bodies and Bones in the river Styx, From the first hit, been addicted to death. Tell these bitches nah, I'm too gone from the heroin, Rather have a needle than a bitch in my arms. I already know the harm, But ain't no stopping what I'm on. They say they want to help me, but I say fuck off. So please, Stay the fuck away from me, I don't know what you see, I write a suicide dream, Paint a suicide scene, Noose hanging from a suicide tree, My mom gave birth to a suicide joke, Oh, hey, wait, that's me, Close the curtains, Cut the scene. Take shots of bleach, Amanda Todd, All about that suicide, But don't roll with a squad, Make sure the doors locked, And my lights are off, now before I go, can you tell me, Do you believe in God? Chorus: Cut up these lines, and cut up my wrist, Staring into the abyss as blood drips,drips From my nose,drips from my veins, Forsaken by a God I hate, Like plague in my mind, Like a pagan crucified, The suicide joke is my life, and now I'm ready for the punchline. I'm ready for the punchline. x2 Verse 2: I don't want your prescriptions, I don't want your therapy, I don't want you to cry when you all bury me, I just want you to see this life ain't for me, So tired of living that it hurts to breath, Hurts to scream, It's worse to sleep, When you're dreaming of being buried. Does the cemetary got any space for me? They say I can change, But it's too late for me, They say life gets better, but it's only pain for me, I know when I'm dead, Heaven won't open her gates for me. Spit a suicide note on a mixtape, you see, Cause I know you motherfuckers all hate to read, This isn't a tragedy, It's the happiest ending I could get, No more hearts beating left in my chest, With a noose tied up around my neck, No note left on up on my desk, Just a bunch of butts from smoked cigarettes, I didn't leave behind any mystery, Only left behind misery, Constantly sick of withering, Cold sweats, while I'm shivering, Drinking until my liver bleeds, I can hear death, and she's whispering, Saying she's the only one ever for me. All of these drugs. All of this blood. hate what I've become, hate everything I've done, And I break what I love,tired of feeling stuck, tired of this rut, tired of giving up, Can't even find peace in this blunt, Only piece I know is this gun, Point it at my head and chamber one, I guess life just thinks I'm a cunt, 'Cause, shit, I'm always getting fucked.