🎵The Suicide Song 🎵

I'm not happy/ all my friends are passing/ dying / fuck the police ///I wanna die /middle finger to the sky /before i leave this life/// become an undead immortal flying in the sky/ by homicide or suicide either way i don't mind /// flip a coin cant make up my mind/ so I'll let chance deicide/ the taking of my own life ///you know what he did/ took my coin to the pawn shop got 6 bucks aint that about a bitch/that nigga aint shit/ in the long run remember kids/ n***** ain't s***/// and the reaper that dude he a tweeker/ I asked him for death / he asked me for a teener/said he had a Jbl speaker/ 6 bucks in change / and some reffer///I'm not happy /. the grim reapers laughing/ cackling I wanna cackle/ but i aint laughing/ the reapers an asshole/ had me so mad / i karate chopped him in the throat/ broke his laranex /and he crosked/ fucking unbelievable / i killed Death now my own deaths impossible/ plus I'm stuck in this body/ like a zombie/ but i don't crave brains/ unless its from whatshername/ i sit straight up / like the undertaker fighting Cane/ my body filled with bloody bullets/ i feel no pain /Novocaine/ then i start shakin and rattling/i hear whistling and splattering/ i see flashes of fire everywhere around me surrounding / I smell the air /somebodys bbqing /is that gun powder/ damn I need to take a shower/ whos that shouting/ Jesus could he be any louder/ and whos wide awake besides me at this godforsaken hour/the hour when all the witches and the demons and the demigods and evil spirits sing the song of Lilith hells reigning empress / in our realm she's known as the temptress/devil in a red dress/ Harlot , jezebel,/ the song is in response to a black magic spell by a covenent of witches who call them selves the daughters of HEL/ they know what they are doing/ just not very well/ good enough to work the magic /but bad enogh for it to fail./ the 4 letter word, the f word the f bomb that is the problem /thats whats going on / the paranormal activity /in my city/ is wet and sticky /influencing wrong doing / inspiring metal, fire and gasoline/ then it hits me / the police are blasting me/ riddlied with hindreds of bullets is me and its tickling / i laugh out loud eye watering / tears falling drippin /l thank the daughters of Hel/ for there divine intervention/ The police are trippin/ they've emptied their clips and it didnt do shit except made a nigga laugh so hard his eyes started to drip / i ripped off my shirt /and flexed yeling you all are dismissed / 5 mins later you could here a pin drop/ not a living thing for 6 square miles./ thats120 blocks/ in all directions/ that's a lot then i had an ahha/ this is like that movie the Santa Clause dude killed mr clause and got the job by default. My job is now death/now deaTh is my cause this was my twin brother from another and one of the last of my closest friends to die. My top 5 friends list are all gone. Sometimes I just wanna be with them hence this track. The intro is my boy flipping off the police right after getting shot like 60 times (which I used in the intro for "COVID 1/19/22 Rip Robert Carter.......") this track is symbolic of my fear of being cursed to watch everyone I know die and me to be stuck in the land of the living.