Slit Your Wrists Lyrics

I'm not telling you to Slit Your Wrists

Ok, maybe I am

I'm not telling you to Slit Your Wrists

Ok, maybe I am

I'm not telling you to Slit Your Wrists

Ok, maybe I am

Ok, maybe I am

Alright check it, rappers need to slit they wrists with the quickness

Fade away into a dimension of the post-existent

I was kicking it so resistant until your penultimate breath

Celebrated the one right after it then I grabbed my bag and I left

Like I mastered it

Rappers ain't gonna be missed

Reaper with the checklist strapped to the clipboard you get dismissed

Some of y'all be pissed, Didn't live to see 46

Don't even trip

That's like 87 in pro wrestler years

Never to be celebrated or treated like the rest of your peers

Never the best with the verbal gears

And we ain't pouring out liquor or sparking them herbal spears

Rappers out here getting forgotten

Envy overtook his life and it cost him

I'm not telling you to Slit Your Wrists

Ok, maybe I am

I'm not telling you to Slit Your Wrists

Ok, maybe I am

I'm not telling you to Slit Your Wrists

Ok, maybe I am

Skip that East-West with the razor we talking North-to-South

Follow the yellow brick train track road and walk it out

Forget the therapist, why you even trying to talk it out?

If they talking about it gets better they lying through they goddamn mouth

Now God might damn you when you burning in hell but

You don't deserve the friends and family you have, I'm telling ya

Give a fuck if you fell bruh

Nobody gives a fuck, They won't even look 'til three weeks later when they smell ya

Blow your fuckin' uvula down the street

Rip your own mask off like Scooby and Velma

I'm not telling you to Slit Your Wrists

Ok, maybe I am

I'm not telling you to Slit Your Wrists

Ok, maybe I am

I'm not telling you to Slit Your Wrists

Ok, maybe I am

I'm not telling you to Slit Your Wrists

Ok, maybe I am