Outro R.G.5 and the 9-0-7 Shout out to my haters, y'all my biggest wannabe Bet you didn't know that I hate myself the most Suicide, I boast All of my fans are ghosts Haunting the shows of the dirty coast Watch me watch the show and hang myself up On the post That's just how it goes But you're a suicide boy, wearing mostly black Clothes got a stack of hoes In the back that I gave a black rose A.K.A the kiss of death Bitch like a pimp Covered in mold, print Walking with a limp, cause my leg Has started to decompose Oh no Outro R.G.5 and the 9-0-7 Shout out to my haters, y'all my biggest wannabe Shout out to my haters, y'all my biggest wannabe Shout out to my haters, y'all my biggest wannabe Shout out to my haters, y'all my biggest wannabe Shout out to R.G.5 and the 9-0-7 Pass me a loaded gun I'm trying to spill my brains out Living life just ain't no fun Pray to Satan to come and save me Now we had a deal I sold my soul to *** the world And ride on platinum wheels I'm that delusional schizophrenic Trying to figure out who I am So this may take a minute Cock that .45, aim it at your skull Snatch your blood, dropping you busters Till your life is numb Creeping on another level Come and meet the devil Suicidal ghost, scarecrow off his post Shout out to my haters, y'all my biggest wannabe Shout out to my haters, y'all my biggest wannabe Shout out to my haters, y'all my biggest wannabe Shout out to my haters, y'all my biggest wannabe Shout out to my haters, y'all my biggest wannabe Shout out to my haters, y'all my biggest wannabe Shout out to my haters, y'all my biggest wannabe Shout out to R.G.5 and the 9-0-7