Vincent Van Gogh Ain't Got Shit on Me

$uicideboy$ - Rap, Independent
Vincent Van Gogh Ain't Got Shit on Me
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September 21, 2015.
Lyrics
[Verse 1: Yung $now] Whi-White boy so cold, they call me $now, ho Wanna fuck with me? I know $carecrow, ho Call up Navigator, blow a bag of dope, ho Starry Night, posted on the fuckin' boat, ho No limit to my $uicidal thoughts God, I bet you fuckin' chew through my own thoughts Smoke a blunt, told her, "Who am I to cough when you the one who at a loss for the motherfuckin' words?" Throw her to the fuckin' curb, no loss Bitch, I be that fuckin' boss Got frost on my shoulder, but I had to wipe it off Cut my wrists just for the fucking gloss Duck a pig, fuck a bitch how I floss Fuckboys in my way, Christ coming off the cross See them motherfuckers pause not knowing it depends on a fucking coin toss Either way, I fucking lost [Verse 2: $lick $loth] $lick-$lickity-$lick keep the flame on the Bic Bitches run mouth when they all full of dick Roaches on me as I walk through the pit I'm that sick motherfucker hangin' from a bridge Tiptoein' Hell's Ridge like I don't have no caution Kidnap your ho, put that bitch in an auction Click clack, oh no, now y'all laying in coffins Get back fuckboy, 'cause my homicides often! Murderous genocide, conquerin' just to divide Coincide with my fucked up mind $uicide, let the trigger finger slide Grey tides, we ride Hear the battle cries for the most high Yung Christ, he died The $carecrow has risen tonight
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