Snowgoons, Third Kind - Suicide lyrics

Yo you're like a tattle
Kid for mass hysteria, crash barriers
And messing with that fly
Shit like aircraft carriers
Now who's inferior? Hearing my
Name in your area
Like the worms in your interior eating
Ya when they bury ya
Yo, worms crawl in, the worms crawl out
What that worm gone feel that
When that worm gon doubt?
Like the world don't see what
The world don't need
You keep searching for your purpose
I'm just trying to breathe
Like to hell with five Mikes
Kid I'm ten Alis
I'm that anthrax blowing in
That jihad breeze
I'm like the moment of atonement
When you topple degrees
I'm Dwell, one of Third Kind
One of three MC's
I'm well aware that our survival
Is a primal disease
And that it rivals the revival
When you climbing the trees
And yo I want to make a
Difference so I'm begging you please
Put the barrel to your temple
Close your eyes and then squeeze

Yo put the barrel to your temple
Close your eyes and then squeeze
I'm Dwell, one of Third Kind
One of three MC's
I'm well aware that our survival
Is a primal disease
So put the barrel to your temple
Close your eyes and then squeeze

Suicide, it's a suicide
The type to never talk about us
Yo we sent them aside
I'm like Jekyll and Hyde anger
Aged like bottled wine
Dealing pot like a banger in the drive-bys
Or disguised like America's terrorists ties
How I die is just a question
Through living we're sniffing lines
The gossip and lies dead in
My eyes like cheating wives
Burning inside like lye between
A hooker's thighs i feel paralyzed in the
Fahrenheit of nuclear genocide
A child's face covered with flies
Criminal minds with political ties
Subliminal knives cripple crack fiends
Side-tipping triple beams
Visualize the infant screams of aborted seeds
Ripped from the womb to form this earth scene
My eyes can't believe this world I seen
I put the barrel to my temple
Close my eyes and then squeeze

Yo put the barrel to your temple
Close your eyes and then squeeze
It's Fat Boi on the mic
The third of three MC's
And y'all beware of that disease
Of our repairable dreams
Put the barrel to your temple
Close your eyes and then squeeze