Dirty golds up in my mouth, but they don't fit my teeth no more Nose ring up in my snout, guess I ain't to street no more All you rap about is death Everything is so depressed How you going to get some press? How you going to come up next? But, I could give a fuck about a check I rather go and cut my neck Put a bullet up in my vest Put a knife up in my chest And do some drugs, let people gossip Under my tongue, yea, that's suboxone Oxycontin, bitch I'm toxic Dirty cracker, bitch I'm rotten Top to bottom, $uicide G to da 5 to da 9 Yung Chri$t, $lick $loth Rising out that slime, killers with minds Lo-fi Columbine Kill them all with time Kill them all with time... Too fire to hit the blunt Might pack it up and head out the front Sayonara sucka This ain't a gun to my head, it's a brain hugger Paiting the ceiling with little pieces Killing myself, I don't really need a reason Death is the reason that I'm breathing Yeah, I'm beating my heart but my heart doesn't stop beating Guess I'm the dead mother fucker Call me James Spleen, I'm that dead mother fucker Dead pimp pimping dead ass hoes Tangled clothes Rotten ass bodies at my show Close the door and throw me in the hole Here come the crows Overdose on overly overcast skies This is my goodbye side Suicide riding with the tubes tied You might think I'm shy but I just really don't want to fucking meet you

Part the dark and chase it gone You're the sweet and sunny one As bright as any star tonight. You smile like a beam of light You can Show me a ray Show me a ray Show me a ray Show me a ray of Sun. Just until the morning comes I'm the gray and cloudy one Raining for so long, so long Like a candle blowing in a storm But you can Show me a ray Show me a ray Show me a ray Show me a ray Of Sun.