Vincent Van Gogh Ain't Got Shit on Me

White boy so cold, they call me $now, hoe Wanna fuck with me? I know $carecrow, hoe Call up Navigator, blow a bag of dope, hoe Starry Night, posted on the fucking boat, hoe No limit to my $uicidal thoughts God, I bet you fucking chew Through my own thoughts smoke a blunt Told her who am I to cough when you the One who at a loss for the motherfucking words Throw her to the fucking curb, no loss Bitch, I be that fucking boss Got frost on my shoulder But I had to wipe it off Cut my wrists just for the fucking gloss Duck a pig, fuck a bitch how I floss Fuckboys in my way Christ coming off the cross See them motherfuckers pause not knowing it Depends on a fucking coin toss Either way, I fucking lost $lickity-$lick keep the flame on the Bic Bitches run mouth when they all full of dick Roaches on me as I walk through the pit I'm that sick motherfucker hanging From a bridge tiptoeing Hell's Ridge like I Don't have no caution Kidnap your hoe, put that bitch in an auction Click clack, oh no Now y'all laying in coffins Get back fuckboy, 'cause my homicides often! Murderous genocide, conquering just to divide Coincide with my fucked up mind $uicide, let the trigger finger slide Grey tides, we ride Hear the battle cries for the most high Yung Christ, he died The $carecrow has risen tonight --- Vincent Van Gogh Ain't Got Shit on Me - $uicideBoy$