Vincent Van Gogh Ain't Got Shit on Me

White, white boy so cold they call me blow

Want to fuck with me?

I know scarecrow

Call up navigator

Blow a bag of dope, oh

Starry night

Posted on the fucking boat

No limit to my suicidal thoughts

God I bet you fucking 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 mother fucking words

Throw her to the fucking curb

No loss

Bitch I be the fucking 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

Fuck boys 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

Slickity slick 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 mother fucker hanging from a bridge

Tiptoeing Hells' ridge like I don't have no caution

Kidnap your hoe put that bitch in an auction

Click-clack, oh no, now y'all laying in coffins

Get back fuck boy cuz my homicides often

Murderous genocide

Conquering just to divide

Coincide with my fucked up mind

Suicide let the trigger finger slide

Grey tides we ride

Hear the battle cries for the most high

Young Christ, he died

The scarecrow has risen tonight