I No Longer Fear the Razor Guarding My Heel (III) $uicideboy$

[If You Were To Get What You Deserve, You Would Know What The Bottom Of A Tire Tastes Like]

[Interlude: Compilation Version]

[Intro: Lord Infamous, Pretty Tony & Womack & Womack]
I just can't seem to get my feet on the ground
Get buck, get buck
Murder, murder, murder, murder on me mind
Murder, murder on me mind
Get buck, get buck
Murder, murder, murder, murder on me mind
Murder, murder on me mind
Get buck, get buck
Murder, murder, murder, murder on me mind
Murder, murder on me mind

[Verse 1: $LICK $LOTH]
Still depressed, still misunderstood
Still popping pills, popping seals, smoking Backwoods
Still smoke a Swisher if you got it with you
Everybody wants me sober, but I'm not a quitter
I say the less you know the better, that West Bank fire-setter
$uicide dream team, it's that codeine fiend
Hellbound is what I'm deemed, surrounded by crime scenes
Only peace that I know is sleep or to be deceased, shit
I can't call it anymore, get more depressed when I'm on tour
Wake up in the middle of a war
Wake up wishin' that I was a fucking corpse, fuck