Heavily Medicated

Thirty golds up in my mouth But they don't fit my teeth no more Nose ring up in my snout Guess I ain't too street no more "All you rap about is death Everything is so depressed How you gonna get some press? How you gonna come up next?" But I could give a fuck about a check I'd 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, yeah, that's suboxone Oxycontin, bitch, I'm toxic Dirty cracker, bitch, I'm rotten Top to bottom, $uicide, G, to the 5, to the 9 Yung Christ, $lick $loth Risin' out that slime, killers with minds Lo-fi Columbine kill them all with time Kill them all with time (Rah, rah, rah, rah) Too fire to hit the blunt Might pack it up and head out the front Sayonara sucker This ain't a gun up to my head It's a brain hugger Painting the ceiling with little pieces Killin' myself, I don't really need a reason Death is the reason that I'm breathin' Yeah, I'm beatin' my heart But my heart doesn't stop beatin' Guess I'm that dead motherfucker Call me James $pleen I'm that dead motherfucker Dead pimp, pimpin' dead ass ho's 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 $uicide ridin' with the tubes tied You might think I'm shy But I just really don't Wanna fucking meet you kill yo'self --- Heavily Medicated - $uicideBoy$