This is Scrimfield DJ Scrim with that 808 DJ Scrim with that 808 Half dead motha***as throwing up the click Slick slow telling me we gotta dip Calling on Sheron, grant me your wish I wish that you could enter the dragon, the chambers of the triple six rock Stop the dragon cause I never have it, I bet the back of a wagon slitting my wrist Wave of blood, stained white flag dragging my body into the mist Into the mist Into the mist Take your best shot, aim it, cock it, know you're gonna miss Not leaving the note, I'm leaving the list I'm a suicide boy, bitch *** her one time and I pull out Cock it one time, there's a shootout Don't bar no limit, *** boys, we don't love em Got a four with a trunk in a bag where we stuff em Sick and tired of boys acting like bitches Ever heard of golly, do you get the picture? Motha***as couldn't even hold my jock strap Glock strap, fully loaded dog, *** rap Cause I kill for the fun, pop a pill with a nun Bitch I dance when the sun gone, take a little bump *** a chump with a pump I made two, so how you gon' break me? But I got the spotlight, breeds envy Pretend me with one long move I can put it in your life, either way I don't lose Hit the snooze, drinking booze I'm a fool with the two Buried in the back yard with a underground pool Suicide boys gon' kill yourself Doing drug after drug, dog, *** health Scrummy never ever quitting, dog, *** health If *** wealth, here's a bingey for you broke bitches Cards dealt, gon' pass me the rope, bitches Suicide, suicide Suicide, suicide Suicide, suicide Suicide, suicide Suicide, suicide Suicide, suicide Suicide, suicide Suicide, suicide