Doctor Scott - Slit Your Wrists

I'm not telling you to Slit Your Wrists
Ok, maybe I am
I'm not telling you to Slit Your Wrists
Ok, maybe I am
I'm not telling you to Slit Your Wrists
Ok, maybe I am
Ok, maybe I am

Alright check it, rappers need to slit they wrists with the quickness
Fade away into a dimension of the post-existent
I was kicking it so resistant until your penultimate breath
Celebrated the one right after it then I grabbed my bag and I left
Like I mastered it
Rappers ain't gonna be missed
Reaper with the checklist strapped to the clipboard you get dismissed
Some of y'all be pissed, Didn't live to see 46
Don't even trip
That's like 87 in pro wrestler years
Never to be celebrated or treated like the rest of your peers
Never the best with the verbal gears
And we ain't pouring out liquor or sparking them herbal spears
Rappers out here getting forgotten
Envy overtook his life and it cost him

I'm not telling you to Slit Your Wrists
Ok, maybe I am
I'm not telling you to Slit Your Wrists
Ok, maybe I am
I'm not telling you to Slit Your Wrists
Ok, maybe I am

Skip that East-West with the razor we talking North-to-South
Follow the yellow brick train track road and walk it out
Forget the therapist, why you even trying to talk it out?
If they talking about it gets better they lying through they goddamn mouth
Now God might damn you when you burning in hell but
You don't deserve the friends and family you have, I'm telling ya
Give a fuck if you fell bruh
Nobody gives a fuck, They won't even look 'til three weeks later when they smell ya
Blow your fuckin' uvula down the street
Rip your own mask off like Scooby and Velma

I'm not telling you to Slit Your Wrists
Ok, maybe I am
I'm not telling you to Slit Your Wrists
Ok, maybe I am
I'm not telling you to Slit Your Wrists
Ok, maybe I am
I'm not telling you to Slit Your Wrists
Ok, maybe I am

Written by:
Scott Winter

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