30 golds up in my mouth, but they don't fit my teeth no more Nose rang up in a snout, yes I ain't too straight no more All you rap about is death, everything is so depressed How you gonna get some press, how you gonna come up next? But I could give a fuck about a dick, I'd rather go and cut my neck Put a bullet up in my vest, put a knife up in my chest And do some drugs like people got sip under my tongue Yeah that's some boxing, oxy-cotton, bitch I'm toxic, dirty, crack up, bitch I'm hot From top to bottom, suicide, G to the 5 to the 9 Young Christ looks slow, rising out that slime, killers with minds No fire, call them back, kill them all with time Kill them all with time Too far, you can hit the front, like I get up and head up the front Sayonara sucker, they say they got into my head, it's a brain hunter Banging the ceiling in little pieces, killing myself but I don't really need a reason Death is no reason that I'm breathing, yeah I'm beating my heart but my heart doesn't stop beating Yes I'm a dead motherfucker, call me James Sweeney, I'm that dead motherfucker Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead assholes, ain't no close Bottomless bodies, now my show, show's a go but throw me in the hole Take off the clothes, overdose, I'll never leave with the cast guys This is my goodbye, side to side, ride with the tubes tied You might think I'm shy but I just really don't wanna fucking meet you Kill yourself