Suicide Party Father (Ft. KeithCharles & Slug † Christ)

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[Verse 1: Slug Christ]
I'm finna O.D. for 2K14
Gotta a dinner plate of substances I'm holdin'
You wanna slaughter? Then you don't know me
Should be kickin' and be up the floodin'
Why? Young suicidal, whip out the bible and cum on it
Impregnate the bitch, shit
Money like Jizz, whippin' my wrist
I'm on a field, 3 pints of blue and it's blue
DMT, Oxygen, ooze out the faucet man
Think I'm a fossil man? Fuck
Goddamn, shit !

[Hook: Father]
It's a suicide party, whose tryna die first?
Vodka & Bacardi, where's our advisers?
Oh I guess they're tied up, well let's get higher
Whose tryna die first? Whose tryna die first?
It's a suicide party, whose tryna die first?
Vodka & Bacardi, where's our advisers?
Oh I guess they're tied up, well let's get higher
Whose tryna die first? Whose tryna die first?

[Verse 2: KeithCharles Spacebar]
She's blackin' out, her homegirl's chokin' her
Think the tequila coachin' her, never got to sober up
All this pretty hair I'm holdin', don't do shit, she's throwin' up
Comatose, hold her close, overdose, I'm fucking lost