Ticky tricky Time That's why it's $uicide till the fucking afterlife Leaving a fucking knife right next to the seat Thinking you want to die when you move close to me Nose bleeds for the dope fiends sleeping next to me Hopefully I will just be in a bad dream But it seems that the codeine turned me into a dope fiend Now I'm in a nightmare as my mind screams for that more money, more murder More junkies, more serving No running, no turning No swerving on an ice cold road Yung Scarecrow be looking like death row Blood colored bathrobe with an ice cold ho ya know? Fifty nine grey killers looking for a fucking homicide