Текст песни «$Uicideboy$ - Vincent Van Gogh Ain't Got Shit On Me»

[Verse 1: YUNG SNOW]
White boy so cold, they call me "snow", hoe
Want to fuck with me? I know $carecrow, hoe
Call up Navigator, blow a bag of dope, hoe
Starry Night, posted on the fucking boat
No limit to my $uicidal 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 motherfucking 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
Fuckboy's 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

[Verse 2: $LICK $LOTH]
$lickity $lick 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 motherfucker hanging from a bridge
Tiptoeing Hell's 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 fuckboy, 'cause my homicides often
Murderous genocide
Conquering just to divide
Coincide with my fucked up mind
$uicide, let the trigger finger slide
Grey tides, we ride
Hear the battle cries for the most high
Yung Christ, he died
The $carecrow has risen tonight