[00:35.05]They figured me a dead mother****er
[00:36.55]Calling me James Spleen
[00:37.68]Without a cause of death
[00:38.44]I be the reaper with the black hood on his head
[00:40.44]Yung Snow with the blood red sled
[00:41.98]Puppet master
[00:42.73]Bodies hanging on a thread mother****er
[00:44.77]Got a grey blade tatted on my wrist
[00:46.31]I don't really need to cut it anymore
[00:48.20]And I don't really need a b***h
[00:49.10]Let her rot in the hole
[00:50.04]Months later she was found just a skull
[00:51.74]She was missing all her bones
[00:53.54]Got her headless skeleton hanging on my wall looking elegant
[00:56.54]Black suede element
[00:57.48]Packing blades
[00:58.23]Lacking Benjamins
[00:59.13]Horns on my head looking like the tusks of a grey elephant
[01:01.91]Looking for my medicine
[01:02.82]Plucking the bud off of a nug
[01:04.01]Roll it up in a blunt
[01:05.31]Now I feel ****ing dead again
[01:06.55]Looking for a place to belong
[01:07.90]So i say **** God **** the mother****ing President
[01:10.10]Address the American residence
[01:11.74]With just a knife and the help of a relative
[01:14.23]Yeah that's $lick $loth
[01:15.73]Both of us buried Ruby da Cherry under a criss-crossed cross
[01:18.61]Covered up with a little bit of moss
[01:21.18]Looking like a glossed out Yung Jack Frost
[01:22.87]Paid the cost to be the boss
[01:25.06]Now I ain't ****ing dead but my life has been lost
[01:26.90]
[01:27.55]Isn't it so convincing how I'm breathing down your neck?
[01:31.95]Junkies in the back loading up the tec
[01:36.02]**** her one time now I'm done
[01:38.26]Homicide any time for the thrill
[01:40.50]One, two, three, four pills
[01:42.39]You know a junkie can't afford to get ill
[01:44.83]See me I don't **** with you suckas
[01:46.77]They call me the shooter like I play for Rucker
[01:49.01]Smokey on Friday they call me Chris Tucker
[01:51.16]I swear on my life I don't **** with you niggas
[01:55.49]$uicide c**k it back one time and I shoot it
[02:00.07]Keep it low key always gotta keep it moving
[02:04.50]B*****s be worried bout what I am doing
[02:08.28]Cuz they love $licky so much all because of my music
[02:12.46]It's the Mac with the gat
[02:13.71]That goes click clack shoot a mother ****ers back
[02:16.90]Brains go splat
[02:18.54]No time for a rat ho

They figured me a dead mother****er
Calling me James Spleen
Without a cause of death
I be the reaper with the black hood on his head
Yung Snow with the blood red sled
Puppet master
Bodies hanging on a thread mother****er
Got a grey blade tatted on my wrist
I don't really need to cut it anymore
And I don't really need a b***h
Let her rot in the hole
Months later she was found just a skull
She was missing all her bones
Got her headless skeleton hanging on my wall looking elegant
Black suede element
Packing blades
Lacking Benjamins
Horns on my head looking like the tusks of a grey elephant
Looking for my medicine
Plucking the bud off of a nug
Roll it up in a blunt
Now I feel ****ing dead again
Looking for a place to belong
So i say **** God **** the mother****ing President
Address the American residence
With just a knife and the help of a relative
Yeah that's $lick $loth
Both of us buried Ruby da Cherry under a criss-crossed cross
Covered up with a little bit of moss
Looking like a glossed out Yung Jack Frost
Paid the cost to be the boss
Now I ain't ****ing dead but my life has been lost
Isn't it so convincing how I'm breathing down your neck?
Junkies in the back loading up the tec
**** her one time now I'm done
Homicide any time for the thrill
One, two, three, four pills
You know a junkie can't afford to get ill
See me I don't **** with you suckas
They call me the shooter like I play for Rucker
Smokey on Friday they call me Chris Tucker
I swear on my life I don't **** with you niggas
$uicide c**k it back one time and I shoot it
Keep it low key always gotta keep it moving
B*****s be worried bout what I am doing
Cuz they love $licky so much all because of my music
It's the Mac with the gat
That goes click clack shoot a mother ****ers back
Brains go splat
No time for a rat ho