I Will One Day Learn to Fly into the Stars
[Verse 1: $lick $loth]
Creeping out the shed
Gun in hand
Time to make a stain
Cock it back and put the lead
Let it rain
Overdosing rookies
I’m the bookie for the f**ing Devil
Jacket full of metal
In the flames where the $carecrow meddle
Every time I smoke on the dope
Till my lungs choke
$licky keep that rope on my throat
Hanging off the oak
Bodies in the river
Feeling bitter
With a spotted liver
Send a k**er quitter
Pull the trigger on the f**in mirror
[Verse 2: Ruby Da Cherry]
I be coughing up my lungs
Gotta problem with them blunts
You know Ruby never f**ed witcha
I never sold no d**
I ain’t worried about money
I don’t want to be a nun
That’s why I’m holding up this gun
Don’t need protection from no one
That’s {?my escape route}?/{?why $carecrow}? pull the plug
Ruby suicidal I know $lick is suicidal
b**h I’m guiding my disciples
Right out of this f**ing cycle
b**h just grab that f**ing rifle
Aim between their f**ing eyes
So they just wait for the revival
Dial 666 on my phone, hoe
[Skit from “The Usual Suspects” (1995)]
Verbal: The greatest trick the devil ever pulled, was convincing the world he didn’t exist
My Closet Is a Graveyard
[Verse 1: Oddy Nuff Da Snow Leopard]
Gravity’s a b**h I’m feeling heavy
Probably from all these pills in my belly
Whipping the Chevy I’m gripping the machete
Palm never sweaty
Bust yo head up open and blood is spilling like a confetti
b**h I’m ducking low hoping that d**h is mothaf**in’ ready
He been stalking he been watching Cherry
Tried to turn my into jelly
Palm full of plenty pennies
I’m invested in a cheap d**h
Skin is sweating peeping now my seat wet
As a I leak a weak breath
I’m a Shepard b**h and all my sheep dead
[Verse 2: Yung $carecrow]
Just another nobody
Nobody body filled with oxy
Heron inside the foil
Five bags inside my pocket
Felonies felonies with your b**hing eating Lebanese
I can see anything grab a tint and got me bending knees
Depressing I know I show it they love this so now I’m glowing
Pressing the fact that I’m loathing my whole life so I just folded
Heron the drill like Folgers
I’m just growing colder
Looking over my shoulder I know the reapers getting close
[Skit from ” The Return of the Living Dead” (1985)]
Freddy: [to Tina] Tina, it was wrong of you to lock me up. I had to hurt myself to get out, but I forgive you darling. And I know you were here because I can smell your brains. [Tina screams: Get away!] Geez! Now you made me hurt myself again! You made me break my hand completely off this time Tina! But I don’t care darling, because I love you
CLYDE (I Hope At Least One of My Ex?-?Girlfriends Hears This)
[Verse 1: Yung Plague]
Trying to get on my pimp sh**
But I’m stuck on my dirty tip
So I f** an ugly b**h
All the pretty hoes ditch
Yeah they know it’s no myth
Grey flags so you damn must say I’m cocked
Shawty blast shawty say popped gats from the blasts
Got the last laugh hopefully as long as the last laugh
Grey flags (?)
At last the moment has pa**ed
I got a gash in my thick skull
Throw me in the trash call for a pick up
d**h over b**hes all because of Crystal
Blood spilling in my motherf**ing pimp cup
Used to love the b**h, now she s**ing other dicks
So I cut my f**ing wrists
Feel like a puddle of piss
$uicide, d**h of me who gives a f**
No one
[Verse 2: $crim]
$licky got the motherf**ing pedigree
But generally, all my ex- hoes become my enemies
And my next hoes will deal with jealousy
From a couple chickenheads, Tori and Sophie
Couple of them b**hes that ain’t important
If p**y curving was a sport they’d call me Jordan
With my endorsement remaining dormant
When it come to these b**hes that play informant
All the girls that I f** with got kids or ex-husbands
They junkies or strippers but hey I’m not judging
Don’t f** with a hippy b**h, f** with a skinny b**h
f** with a needy b**h, f** with a greedy b**h
Nah I can’t do that sh**
Too much energy, energy spent unsuccessfully
Oh please (would) you let me be one of your memories