I No Longer Fear the Razor Guarding My Heel (IV)

[NO SALIVATION FOR THE PROMISE OF SALVATION]

[Intro: Papa Pine]
Ayy, yuh, yuh (Ayy)

[Verse 1: PAPA PINE]
Reach into my pocket, and I grab a couple crumpled hunnids
Weed look like some crumbled hunnids
Blunted out, the fuzz is huntin' (Woo, woo)
Paranoia turn my stomach
H1 Hummer, rough and rugged, desert camo truck to the front
And shirt unbuttoned, seat adjusted (Ayy)
One hunnid miles per hour
Bitch, I seem accustomed to life in the fast lane
Nothin' in the motherfucking gas tank
Dumpin' ashes and laughin' (Hahaha)
Fucking ducking what comes from the Government (Fuck)
Peelin' out into the sunset (Fuck)
Eyes so low, look like a sunset

[Chorus: Papa Pine & Yung Christ]
Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away
Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away
Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away
Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away (Away)

[Verse 2: Yung Christ]
Back on my bullshit, know how to pimp it
Put my foot on the fucking brakes
Signed up for a life; became Yung Christ
All I got was a death wish, illness, and a piece of $uicide
Fuck this ego, fuck this pride
Easily execution on my side
Homicide, homicide what we used to all the time
We in the Benz, off the benzos, our depression clinical (What?)
You hear me? We in the Benz, off the benzos, our depression clinical
Clinical, clinical mind (Motherfucker)

[Bridge]
$uicide—
$uicide—

[Chorus: Papa Pine & Yung Christ]
Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away
Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away
Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away
Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away (Away)

[Interlude: Ruby Da Cherry]
We are tired of this new world
I don't want to be here
$uicide, $uicide my end
$uicide, $uicide my end

[TRY HOWLING AT THE MOON WHILE BEING STRANGLED]

[Chorus: Project Pat]
You can feel the bullets from my steel, son, steel, son
You can feel the bullets from my steel, son, steel, son
You can feel the bullets from my steel, son, steel, son
You can feel the bullets from my steel, son, steel, son
You can feel the bullets from my steel, son, steel, son
You can feel the bullets from my steel, son, steel, son
You can feel the bullets from my steel, son, steel, son
You can feel the bullets from my steel, son, steel, son
You can feel the bullets from my steel, son, steel, son

[Verse 1: Lil Cut Throat]
Meet me by the moon (What?), half past dusk (Fuck that)
Back from the dust
Cut Throat, he loves them drugs and guns
Chillin' in the cut, got about 20k and a gun (What?)
Got a bottle of Adderall, cigarette butts
Every day adds up
Do I look like I give a fuck? (Nope)
Every day of every month (What?)
Bloody nights turn bloodier
Death could be right in front of you (What?)
Still wouldn't recognize her (—Hold up)
Got a death list, that some still got to catch this
Bust out the TEC, quick
Die, bitch, die, bitch

[Chorus: Project Pat]
You can feel the bullets from my steel, son, steel, son
You can feel the bullets from my steel, son, steel, son
You can feel the bullets from my steel, son, steel, son
You can feel the bullets from my steel, son, steel, son

[Verse 2: 7th Ward Dragon]
Ayy, you ever had to dig your own grave?
Live your life with no name?
Backwood full of romaine, okay
'96 Benz with the cocaine paint, ho
High until my death, I got a propane tank low
Gas seepin' all over the house, until my say so
Light the fuckin' match, now that tank blow
So glad I stayed home
Someone call the cops from the payphone
Flames all around me, man, I hope they fuckin' drown me
Crown made of ashes, only way they fuckin' found me
Forget about me, only way you might not feel so lousy
Forget about me, on my own head, I would have priced a bounty

[Chorus: Project Pat]
You can feel the bullets from my steel, son, steel, son
You can feel the bullets from my steel, son, steel, son
You can feel the bullets from my steel, son, steel, son
You can feel the bullets from my steel, son, steel, son

[Interlude: Bloody Mary]
"In New Orleans, there were many bizarre things I always saw growing up here, especially in the graveyards. And as a child, I spent a lot of time in the graveyards. As an adult, I still spend a lot of time in the graveyards. But, as a child, it was a regular weekend thing to do—I always needed to know why. Um, sometimes my 'whys' got me in trouble."

[MISSED MY CUE FOR CURTAIN CALL]

[Intro: Ruby Da Cherry & $lick $loth]
And for my last trick, I don't think I'm cut out for this rap shit
Ayy, you wanna keep going—or?
Nah, that's it

[Verse 1: Ruby Da Cherry]
$uicide, I fucking scream it from the rooftop
The only thing I ever did worth mentionin'
Ever since $lick burned me a CD of Lil Wayne
That shit prolly still in my boombox
But nowadays, I can walk into an establishment
And select myself on the fuckin' jukebox
If I wanted to cop a black Countach, drive that shit like two blocks
And then smash in the back of a new cop car
Now I think I'm wanted too

[Interlude]
(Yeah, let's get a bunch of face tats, it's goin' to be cool)
(Soundcloud, yeah, like a Soundcloud rapper, ayy, man)
(Cut that shit off man those boys suck, man, garbage, man, sound like a fuckin' generic Three Six, man, you dumb, bitch)
(Shitty-ass music)
(You're fuckin' wack, you're way too fuckin' short, get the fuck outta here)

[Verse 2: $lick $loth]
Yeah, still feel like I'm losin', ayy
Me and kin still feel like we losin', ayy
We still feel like we losin', ayy
Losin', losin'—
I'm on the lean, yeah, that drank
I'm on them bars, don't wan' think
I'm on a lotta amphetamines, got no time for sleep
Lost in my thoughts, I don't know who a friend or who a enemy
Nerves real disturbed, down from head to toe
Ever feel like sometimes you gotta let it go?
Plenty of days, I thought this shit was over
Creator of the movement; creator of the music
Still feel like I'm losin'