[Verse 1: $lick $loth]
Creeping at night, ready to take your fucking life
Roll the dice
Never think twice
Killing these bitches will always suffice
187, drinking red rum
Murder to me is fun
Ski mask and the gloves I feel no love
Fear no one
One shot they done (Bow, bow)
Pistol grippers bag with zippers (Grrah)
$uicideboy$ come equipped with pistols
Holding the TEC (Grrah)
Blade at your neck (Grrah)
In the middle of the street hollering out, "Who's next?"
Buck 'em and stuff 'em, leave in the sheets
To a player like me, six feet ain't deep
Dead dope fiend with a pound in the seat
Fuck police and fuck your peace
Cappin' and dappin', that Uzi be slapping
Fuck all that scrapping
Your brain, I'm attacking
Just loced out sipping codeine
$ucidieboy$, bitch, trick or treat

[Interlude]
Both in that appartment, crowds have been gathering around Washington DC, and even right in front of the Justice Department here in Washington. Crowds of protestors are all gathered, that is, despite the news, Officer Darren Wilson wandered out. Over the weekend, Officer Wilson resigned from the Ferguson Police Department, his resignation coming just days after a grand jury decided not to indite him in the fatal shooting of Michael Brown
Darren Wilson, did, ahh, err-err, a Fundraising did produce upwards of $200.000 dollars for Darren Wilson, but from that $200.000 he had to buy a new house, a—
[Verse 2: Lil Oozing]
($lick, e-ahh)
$lick told me light him up
Thought he meant all the blunts
Smurf was fucking piling up
Now I'm high as fuck (Fuck)
Fuck
Now I can't tell who's my enemies (Nuh-uh)
Good thing I got ten of these felonies caused by my separate identities (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Sending me to the loony bin, again I sin with no penalties (Uh, yeah)
Kick it like a fucking centipede (Yeah, yeah)
Creeping crawling with no remedy (Oh, nuh-uh)
I'll piss on your fucking centerpiece (Yeah)
Smo-smo-smoke in this bitch
Now I'm smoking a bitch, yeah, I'm loading the clip
Put the roach to my lips, now I'm blowing a kiss to your bitch
Drop dead in a pit (In the pit, brr)
(Brr, yeah) You should have already known what this is
(Know what this, yah)
(Yah, yah, yah, yah)

[Interlude]
After he said, "I don't know anything about the facts", and the cop acted stupid
Yes, and—
This is a lawyer who said that, and who—and who holds himself as a constitutional organ, he clearly took sides there was, and clearly right off the get go
"Right-right, well I think that the point is now that they're gun shy, they don't want to, they don't want to do that again. They, they tried a little bit more with Trayvon Martin when they said, you know, but if I thought, "If i had a son who looked like Trayvon", that was seen as going too far by some, they just do not want to do anything controversial. They wanna have meetings behind closed doors, this is the safest job for them—
[Verse 3: Black Smurf]
(Hustle, hustle)
It's hustle
I see ya lookin', wants to see how I’m doing me, boy
You might’ve lowered your seat me, case you wanna plot on me, boy (Hustle hustle)
I fill you up, come playing fish, to beat the life out your boy (Hustle, hustle)
Says you a gangsta, playing games, swear your mind is destroyed (Swear to God, swear to God)
He got no flow [?] behind them bars of them, boy
These streets a trap, no coming back when you walk through them doors (Hustle, hustle)
AIn't nothing but hoes at [?] street
They let me butcher your whole gang (Hustle, hustle)
These bitches ain't really good for shit except for giving ya brain (Swear to God, swear to God)
All the time that you with me
We roll that gas, smoking at a hotel Like Lil' Zé
Packing on heat but a n***a still eat (Hustle)
Cali Kush got a n***a feeling like Jesus, yes (Hustle, hustle)
Smoke every n***a, I will confess (Hustle, hustle)
I’m addicted to the weed and cess (Hustle)
Remain in this place until I reach my death
It’s hustle (Swear to God, swear to God)