Don't give a fuck about yesterday
Or give a fuck about today
And tomorrow gonna be the same fucking way
Bitches love me when I'm hittin'
When I'm gone, they start to trippin'
So much codeine in my body
You can smell it when I'm pissing
Smokin' like an engine
Fuckin' all these women
In my casket grinning
I can't help my fuckin' sinning
Monkey motherfuckers
Give 'em all banana clips water on my lips
Smokin' dope with the clique
Triple six, hot tip
Bitches flip just to dip on
The dick of a prick
Bouncing tit's, lickin' nips
Motherfuckers out their minds thinkin' they
Can fuck with $uicide
Smokin' on a dime, bitches love the 59

Slice me with an icy knife, please
I'm about to light these
Tightly rolled blunts
Got about a hunnid of 'em
Lookin' like tree trunks, yeah
My white T's got a bright G on the front, uh
The 59 in the police eyes mean that me
And $loth steady never doin' the right thing
'Cause I'm the fuckin' opposite of Spike Lee
Yeah, I'm the frightening great
White, I'm biting lightning, bitch
I'm the skeleton waking at
Night, three wishes, i
Will grant and then I smite thee, uh
Oh, you think you're dope? I'm tighter than
The rope around your Fuckin' throat
I'll be the last thing you
See before you fucking choke, ho

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Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Scott Arcenaux