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****in suicidal abusive and vile
You love em? hopin to swap mucus
From mom and pops fluid
With School girls gone wild
Manic depressive with prozac ingested
Frantic for their anit depressants
Attracted to their massive depression
We slap and harass em
Maskin their presence
In our roach infested cold neglected
Aggressive actions
Payin no mind to their confessions
Ripped shrapnel comin out they?re torn and broken hearts
Chasin an avalanche of hopeless arts
We mold em from the start
Lifeline?s stop where the pulse engages defeat
No night time for thoughts, so they get ****ed up
For the orgasmic sensation they haven?t felt in weeks
A free mind in a comatose state just to believe
Suicide isn?t do or die
For urbanite whites girl who dig the drugs for spite
Its like PCP high comin down from life..
Yeah baby its suicide?x2


Lots of the needles straws bottles and e-pills
With cumwads who gotta be evil ****in someone?s daughter
Even though its probably illegal
Cigarette burn scorched arms
Love spelled in the back of torched yards
And a class of peers who feer your bizarre
Because you listen to no hip hop
And ray Rhodes guitars
We be attracted to madness and eyeshadow patches
That match skies of nights the blackest
Suicidal tendencies combined with women in misery
For slime sometimes is devine infinitely
I love em? hate em? and **** em?
Punched em? ate em? and judged em?
I don?t mean to be obscene when I say this
But I got more suicidal *****es then mp3?s on my play list
****in whore?s be informally performing
Lobotomies on me subconsciously orally
I don?t give a **** where you *****es been
Cause I can use you and not worry about repercussions
Knowin you?ll slit your wristz
But still we adore these whores none will
Ever agree with me
But they got moving personalities of many ?feats?
That never match day to day like shoes on a blind centipede