[Verse 1: Yung Chri$t] Dirty golds up in my mouth, but they don't fit my teeth no more Nose ring up in my snout, guess I ain't to street no more All you rap about is d**h Everything is so depressed How you going to get some press? How you going to come up next? But, I could give a f** about a check I rather go and cut my neck Put a bullet up in my vest Put a knife up in my chest And do some d**, let people gossip Under my tongue, yea, that's suboxone Oxycontin, b**h I'm toxic Dirty cracker, b**h I'm rotten Top to bottom, $uicide G to da 5 to da 9 Yung Chri$t, $lick $loth Rising out that slime, k**ers with minds Lo-fi Columbine k** them all with time k** them all with time... [Verse 2: Oddy Nuff] Too fire to hit the blunt Might pack it up and head out the front Sayonara s**a This ain't a gun to my head, it's a brain hugger Paiting the ceiling with little pieces k**ing myself, I don't really need a reason d**h is the reason that I'm breathing Yeah, I'm beating my heart but my heart doesn't stop beating Guess I'm the dead mother f**er Call me James Spleen, I'm that dead mother f**er Dead pimp pimping dead a** hoes Tangled clothes Rotten a** 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 Suicide riding with the tubes tied You might think I'm shy but I just really don't want to f**ing meet you k** yourself