Frazees Suicide

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Call this track ya suicide, I ain't committing a murder
You got bodies on bodies, bet you told them that you a virgin
Or maybe you said experience, left out all the details
And homosexual experiments, bi from belly up

Bet you a bottom from the waist down, leap right to the leash
I had you dog, don't wanna play now, walk him to the streets
Drop the treats, let him play around, actin' how you do
It be the morgue or the dog pound, f*ck your friends

Girls you even cheatin' on your dogs now
Frazee, you got a baby, how you cheatin' on the mom
Wow, crazy, you got girls that go up with you to the hotel
Can't afford the life, surprised that you can even keep a cell phone

To call the hoes, so you can go and swing your hose around, yeah
I'ma make him suicidal, bro, actin' off, I think  he need him some midol
Need you to leave, world seem to be crammed full that time of the month, you losin' blood by the handful

Slapped by the truth of my words and both my hands, hoe
You a slut, you a fake, you a nothin', no debate
Know your dad killed your dog, he shoulda shot you in the face
Broke the trauma bond of time ,and now you sittin' where you stay

Gained some weight, so now you can't run away, for f*ck's sake
Coulda hopped on a track, now you got too dedicated
You want smoke, I'll lace ya blunt and get you too medicated
With this machete, I'll get you separated

No preparation, just pure spite and anger aiming at Caleb
Like, rappin  start writing, make a diss on my name
Ain't got nothin' to say, my dick little as it came
Short and fat, and you can puff it like a vape

For f*ck's sake, I diss myself every day
Ego death is what you need, go and take by the eighth
Of the P-subs then suck on these nuts
Please, bruh, go OD, you need somethin' worse

Go see God, but no church, you need a hearse
Or rebirth, before you kill yourself, find Jesus first
Yeah, I'ma make him suicidal
Bro, actin' off, I think he need him some midol
Need you to leave, world seem to be crammed full
That time of the month, you losin blood by the handful
Slapped by the truth of my words and both my hands, hoe
You fuckin' little ass idiot, this a war zone

I ain't playin' with you, little kid, you a little bitch
Bringing up the past, lil' mad that you fake just a little bit
Know it's out the ass, but life about the little shit
I'm about to bust a cap, so call me dad, I'ma finish it

Feelin' like a demon, take your life and I ain't finna miss
Know I'm finna twist this shit, give me a nip, can't diss about this
You bitch, I'm real with it, at least I can grow hair on my chin
Yeah, you finna be bald when you hit thirty-six
With no job or custody of your kids
No, girl, she gon' leave when she read on this list
Or see screenshots, why you gotta f*ck a bitch
Least three of them just to feel good about how you bein

You a shitty person, I'm glad that I see it
Cookin up a plan, she shoulda took a B, yeah
I'ma make him suicidal, bro, actin' off, I think he need him some midol need you to leave, world seem to be crammed full

That time of the month, you losin' blood by the handfuls, bitch

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