My Closet Is A Graveyard - $uicideboy$

Gravity’s a bitch 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

Bitch I’m ducking low hoping that death is mothafuckin' 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 death

Skin is sweating peeping now my seat wet

As a I leak a weak breath

I’m a Shepard bitch and all my sheep dead

Just another nobody

Nobody body filled with oxy

Heron inside the foil

Five bags inside my pocket

Felonies felonies with your bitching 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

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.

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