Do It Yourself from A-Z Part 2
The Tear Garden Lyrics


Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴  Line by Line Meaning ↴

They figured me a dead motherfucker
Calling me James Spleen
Without a cause of death I be the reaper with the black hood on his head
Yung Snow with the blood red sled
Puppet master
Bodies hanging on a thread motherfucker
Got a grey blade tatted on my wrist
I don′t really need to cut it anymore and I don't really need a bitch
Let her rot in the hole
Months later she was found just a skull
She was missing all her bones
Got her headless skeleton hanging on my wall looking elegant
Black suede element
Packing blades
Lacking Benjamins
Horns on my head looking like the tusks of a grey elephant
Looking for my medicine
Plucking the bud off of a nug
Roll it up in a blunt
Now I feel fucking dead again
Looking for a place to belong
So i say fuck God fuck the motherfucking President
Address the American residence with just a knife and the help of a relative
Yeah that′s Slick Sloth
Both of us buried Ruby da Cherry under a criss-crossed cross
Covered up with a little bit of moss
Looking like a glossed out Yung Jack Frost
Paid the cost to be the boss
Now I ain't fucking dead but my life has been lost

Isn't it so convincing how I′m breathing down your neck?
Junkies in the back loading up the tec
Fuck her one time now I′m done
Homicide any time for the thrill
One, two, three, four pills
You know a junkie can't afford to get ill
See me I don′t fuck with you suckas
They call me the shooter like I play for Rucker
Smokey on Friday they call me Chris Tucker
I swear on my life I don't fuck with you fuckers
$uicide cock it back one time and I shoot it
Keep it low key always gotta keep it moving
Bitches be worried bout what I am doing
Cuz they love $licky so much all because of my music
It′s the Mac with the gat that goes click clack shoot a mother fuckers back




Brains go splat
No time for a rat ho

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to The Tear Garden's song Do It Yourself from A-Z Part 2 are dark and disturbing, with references to murder, drugs, and a general lack of regard for human life. The singer refers to themselves as a "dead motherfucker" and "James Spleen," declaring their identity as someone with no cause of death who now functions as the reaper with a black hood on their head. They speak of their twisted desires, including their use of a grey blade tattooed on their wrist and their possession of the headless skeleton of a woman hanging on their wall. The singer also expresses their lack of respect for authority figures, including God and the president, and their propensity for violent behavior.


Line by Line Meaning

They figured me a dead motherfucker
People assumed I was dead


Calling me James Spleen
Referring to me by a false name


Without a cause of death I be the reaper with the black hood on his head
Since there is no known cause of my death, people see me as the personification of death, wearing a black hood


Yung Snow with the blood red sled
I go by the name Yung Snow and my weapon of choice is a blood-red sled


Puppet master
I am in control of everything that's going on


Bodies hanging on a thread motherfucker
I have people under my influence, and their fates are uncertain


Got a grey blade tatted on my wrist
I have a tattoo of a grey blade on my wrist


I don't really need to cut it anymore and I don't really need a bitch
I have no more use for the blade or for women


Let her rot in the hole
I left a woman to die


Months later she was found just a skull
Only her skull was found months after her disappearance


She was missing all her bones
The rest of her body was not found


Got her headless skeleton hanging on my wall looking elegant
I kept her headless skeleton as a trophy on my wall


Black suede element
I have an air of darkness and sophistication


Packing blades
I carry weapons


Lacking Benjamins
I don't have a lot of money


Horns on my head looking like the tusks of a grey elephant
I have horns on my head resembling elephant tusks


Looking for my medicine
I am searching for drugs


Plucking the bud off of a nug
I am taking the buds off a marijuana plant


Roll it up in a blunt
I am preparing the marijuana to be smoked


Now I feel fucking dead again
The drugs have numbed me out


Looking for a place to belong
I am searching for a sense of purpose


So I say fuck God, fuck the motherfucking President
I have a deep resentment towards religion and political leaders


Address the American residence with just a knife and the help of a relative
I would attack the President's residence with nothing but a knife and the help of a friend or relative


Yeah that's Slick Sloth
Referring to a person named Slick Sloth


Both of us buried Ruby da Cherry under a criss-crossed cross
Slick Sloth and I buried Ruby da Cherry underneath a cross of intersecting lines


Covered up with a little bit of moss
We hid the grave with some moss


Looking like a glossed out Yung Jack Frost
The grave site appeared shiny and reflective like Yung Jack Frost


Paid the cost to be the boss
I have made difficult decisions and sacrifices to be in charge


Now I ain't fucking dead but my life has been lost
I am not physically dead but I have lost a sense of who I am


Isn't it so convincing how I'm breathing down your neck?
I am right behind you, making my presence known


Junkies in the back loading up the tec
There are drug addicts behind me preparing guns


Fuck her one time now I'm done
I had sex with her once and that was it


Homicide any time for the thrill
I would commit murder just for the excitement


One, two, three, four pills
I am taking four pills


You know a junkie can't afford to get ill
A drug addict cannot afford to get sick


See me I don't fuck with you suckas
I do not associate with weak, stupid people


They call me the shooter like I play for Rucker
People refer to me as a shooter, as if I were a basketball player from the Rucker league


Smokey on Friday they call me Chris Tucker
People compare me to Chris Tucker's character from the movie Friday


I swear on my life I don't fuck with you fuckers
I am serious when I say I do not associate with certain people


$uicide cock it back one time and I shoot it
I pull the trigger of my gun and shoot once


Keep it low key always gotta keep it moving
I avoid drawing attention to myself and always keep moving


Bitches be worried bout what I am doing
Women are concerned about my actions


Cuz they love $licky so much all because of my music
Women are attracted to me because of my music


It's the Mac with the gat that goes click clack shoot a mother fuckers back
I have a gun that makes a clicking sound when I pull the trigger and can shoot someone in the back


Brains go splat
I shoot someone in the head, causing their brains to scatter


No time for a rat ho
I don't have time for a liar or a snitch




Contributed by Mateo S. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
To comment on or correct specific content, highlight it

Genre not found
Artist not found
Album not found
Song not found
Comments from YouTube:

@rotgutshogun

Fuck you downvoter! Fuck you and the house you live in! Bitch!

More Versions