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    Northwest Superthread II(without crappy flicks)

    in Brick Slayers

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    When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell

    Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell

    It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit the goodie-goodies

    Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies

    God will probably have me on some real strict shit

    No sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick licked

    Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise

    Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice

    All my life I been considered as the worst

    Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse

    Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion

    I know my mother wished she got a fuckin' abortion

    She don't even love me like she did when I was younger

    Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger

    I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?

    Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies

    My babies' mothers 8 months, her little sister's 2

    Who's to blame for both of them (naw nigga, not you)

    I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit

    Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit

    And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red

    I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddah head

    The stress is buildin' up, I can't,

    I can't believe suicide's on my fuckin' mind

    I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me

    Naw you wouldn't understand (nigga, talk to me please)

    You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack

    Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back

    Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet

    People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me

    My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone

    She knew me and her sista had somethin' goin' on

    I reach my peak, I can't speak,

    call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak.

    I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin',

    matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'.

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