Operation Kill Yourself

[Intro: ilysm]
I'm in nothing but a pair of True Religions right now, I'm just-
I need to get this verse in before-
Tomorrow we're sending the album into streaming
So I gotta get this verse in
Aye

[Verse 1: ilysm]
Bitch, I'm balling on the low, low balling on grailed
All this water round my neck could knock the wind out your sails
Bitch, It's the B-O-M-B, S-Q-U-A-D, accelerating
To your precise location, Operation Kill Yourself
No-one gon' know we did it, that's why we called it that
Susie got the pistol grippin' slipping through your culs-de-sac
Perform the coup d'état, feel like the coup de grace
That hit the spot, brodie steady killed right in the parking lot
Hit the weed, the city turn to Silent Hill
Brodie tried to rob me, sorry, I don't really keep no bills
And honestly, your fit is weak, and honestly, you fucking reek
You smell like broke to me, you're hopelessly in love with what I speak, cos' talk ain't cheap
And I'm a millionaire
I could listen to your bitching, I just don't care enough to help you out
Or make a snarky remark
I just collect my money, two hundred when I pass the start
I smoke a dart
Pick him up and throw him like a dart
Pick him up and hold him like he Bart, hit a Homer out the park
Like ho look up in my eyes, I ain't losing this spark
Then I hop in my car, and spray some dirt in your face, you fucking loser
Me and Susie fucker, that's a twofer
In the mix, we with the shits, we coming straight out your computer with that audible C4
You shouldn't be bored, We'll kick right down your door and send your ass to the sea floor
Black diamonds on my wrist, man, that shit look like the sea floor
My neck is my sea board, you wish you could see more
Patch, I need three more, bomb sounds
Fore' Susie get to bussin' down the door, ho I'm the Commodore
Ugh

[Verse 2: creepysusie]