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[00:00.00] 作词 : 无 [00:01.00] 作曲 : 无 [00:02.06]When I die, **** it, I wanna go to hell [00:04.52]'Cause I'm a piece of ****, it ain't hard to ******' tell [00:07.57]It don't make sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies [00:10.37]Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies [00:13.25]God'll prob'ly have me on some real strict **** [00:15.80]No sleepin' all day, no gettin' my **** licked [00:18.72]Hangin' with the goodie-goodies, loungin' in paradise [00:21.79]**** that ****, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice [00:24.66]All my life I been considered as the worst [00:27.46]Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse [00:30.38]Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion [00:33.26]I know my mother wish she got a ******' abortion [00:36.03]She don't even love me like she did when I was younger [00:39.20]Suckin' on her chest just to stop my ******' hunger [00:41.73]I wonder: if I died, would tears come to her eyes? [00:44.48]Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies [00:47.49]My baby mother's eight months, her little sister's two [00:50.28]Who's to blame for both of them? (Who's to blame for both of them?) [00:53.05]I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this bull**** [00:55.88]Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull **** [00:58.93]And squeeze until the bed's completely red [01:02.61]I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless ******' buddha head [01:05.13]The stress is buildin' up, I can't— I can't believe [01:07.87]Suicide's on my ******' mind, I wanna leave [01:10.61]I swear to God I feel like death is ******' callin' me [01:13.66]But nah, you wouldn't understand [01:16.18]You see it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie in New Jack [01:19.61]Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back [01:22.15]Should I die on the train track like Ramo in Beat Street [01:25.34]People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me [01:28.19]My baby mama kiss me, but she glad I'm gone [01:30.88]She know me and her sister had somethin' goin' on [01:34.55]I reach my peak, I can't speak [01:36.56]Call my ***** Chic, tell him that my will is weak [01:39.55]I'm sick of *****s lyin', I'm sick of ******* hawkin' [01:42.64]Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin' [02:06.67]-end-