$uicideboy$ - Mannequins Are My Best of Friends lyrics

Ridin' down the block in a 'Lac
Got a Glock in my lap
As I holler "Where you at?"
No fear of attack
Because I know his peers ain't got his back
Creepin' and I'm peepin'
Now the tank out of gas
Head home to the 7th Ward
The ride there was fast
At last, walkin' into the house
I know the moment passed
Then I look into the mirror
Noticed shattered glass
Looking like a spider web caused by a blast

Trappin' out the pine box
Hades got the block hot
Heron in my shoebox, snot with the blood clot
Used to sell that dope
But still never had no money
Slangin' to fill my habit's, addict
Servin' up a junkie, i
I find it funny when I start
To tiptoe with the reaper
He start to runnin'
'cause I usually start to beg and plead him
To take my soul, take my life
Take my last breath
He never did, so I took his, and I manifest