artists_x_songs.id,artists.id,artists.ts,artists.artists,songs.id,songs.ts,songs.song,songs.duration,songs.lyric,songs.written_by 201,15,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$NOT,201,"2020-11-30 12:19:49",Monarch,,"She hit me up Freshco made this Just hit me up on my cellphone (ayy) I'll pick it up in the early morning Ridin' fast in a Ford Hold up, pull up in a DeLorean Kill a bitch and my enemies Wait, nigga, we ain't frenemies (what?) Niggas snakes, but I'm venomous (ayy) Dangerous 'cause I'm marvelous (yeah) Bitch feel that Beretta vibe Snipe right through that nigga eye (phew) One clip, open up the door (ayy) Door is open, no suicide Wartime, throw it on the mic (yeah) Murder shit, now they outta sight (ayy) Coming out the door with the light (wassup?) Always win, never lose a fight Catch me swervin' in that SUV Humvee army, shit green Darth Vader, choppa shoot beams Goyard match some Margiela jeans What you trippin' over, lil' bitch? (What?) It's okay, she belongs to the streets (haha) Money fat, pockets obese (ayy) Fucked your bitch, f*ck the police Picasso and a pink masterpiece (ayy) Had to move a different way (what?) Nigga, move, get the f*ck out my way Cut 'em up and give 'em boozy face Nigga with a blade drip, flings (wassup?) Green target, nigga, shoot, aim (yeah) Yeah, the same shit you do ain't a game Ain't no respawn, change of frame (ayy) Bitch, why you tryna f*ck me? (What?) Try to f*ck me for my last name (haha) Fortune, fortune, fortune, and fame (yeah) Knock you out of Earth into the space (ayy) Bitch, what the f*ck you want from me? (What?) Shooter hidin' on top of the trees (trees) Got a lot of tricks up my sleeves Smokin' gas, nigga, I can't breathe (no) Smokin' gas, nigga, I can't see (uh-huh) Just open up my wings so I can fly Real wings like a monarch (yeah) Chopper Iron Man, Tony Stark Vroom vroom, nigga, push the start She give me brain, I think that bitch is smart She give me brain 'til I fall apart So cold, heart full of dark Just hit me up on my cellphone I'll pick it up in the early morning Ridin' fast in a Ford Hold up, pull up in a DeLorean Kill a bitch and my enemies Wait, nigga, we ain't frenemies Niggas snakes, but I'm venomous Dangerous 'cause I'm marvelous Bitch feel that Beretta vibe Snipe right through that nigga eye One clip, open up the door Door is open, no suicide Wartime, throw it on the mic Murder shit, now they outta sight Coming out the door with the light Always win, never lose a fight Catch me swervin' in that SUV Humvee army, shit green Darth Vader, choppa shoot beams Goyard match some Margiela jeans What you trippin' over, lil' bitch? (What?) It's okay, she belongs to the streets (haha) Money fat, pockets obese (ayy) Fucked your bitch, f*ck the police Picasso and a pink masterpiece (ayy) Had to move a different way (what?) Nigga, move, get the f*ck out my way Cut 'em up and give 'em boozy face Nigga with a blade drip, flings (wassup?) Green target, nigga, shoot, aim (yeah)","Edy Edouard" 202,15,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$NOT,202,"2020-11-30 12:19:58",GOSHA,2:00,"Ay, nigga, I know you care about Gosha, and Pretty things, but Like, can you tell me what you don't give a f*ck about, nigga? Like What don't you give a f*ck about, nigga? I don't give a f*ck about, hmm Shit, ay Nice chain, red Balmains (ay) Chain swang, like Pretty Things (yuh) Kick a bitch, call me Liu Kang (Liu Kang) Dumb bitch, give me dumb brain, yuh Wrist wet, wet like rain (ay) Nike Swoosh, White Cocaines (cocaína) Iceberg, that's Gucci Mane (burr) Tall racks like Yao Ming (Yao Ming) F*ck school, I don't f*ck with rules (I don't f*ck with 'em) Laid back, nigga, always keep a tool (keep a tool) You a pussy nigga, you a fuckin' fool (you a fool) Wait, hold up, ay, ay Bitches look at me like I am a jewel (like a jewel) I be posted with yo' bitch in the pool (in the pool) Blast off, wait, ah, jet fuel (jet fuel) F*ck this world, man, these bitches so cruel (so cruel) What you want from me, Mercedes AMG? (AMG) Push to start, bitch, no keys (no keys) They don't gotta know about you and me (nah) You the only one I know and I trust (and I trust) Baby, you my Angel in the Stardust Niggas always wanna act so tough (so tough) Blade it out, phew, phew, see the cuts (see the cuts) I be with my soldiers, eatin' chicken wings (chicken wings) Nigga, you can't hang, this is not your game (not your game) Black fit, Gosha, Gosha, gold fangs (gold fangs) Long clip, Gosha, Gosha, bang, bang (bang, bang) Black fit, Gosha, Gosha, gold fangs (gold fangs) Long clip, Gosha, Gosha, bang, bang (bang, bang) Black fit, Gosha, Gosha, gold fangs (gold fangs) Ay","Edy Edouard" 203,15,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$NOT,203,"2020-11-30 12:20:03",GOSHA,2:00,"Ay, nigga, I know you care about Gosha, and Pretty things, but Like, can you tell me what you don't give a f*ck about, nigga? Like What don't you give a f*ck about, nigga? I don't give a f*ck about, hmm Shit, ay Nice chain, red Balmains (ay) Chain swang, like Pretty Things (yuh) Kick a bitch, call me Liu Kang (Liu Kang) Dumb bitch, give me dumb brain, yuh Wrist wet, wet like rain (ay) Nike Swoosh, White Cocaines (cocaína) Iceberg, that's Gucci Mane (burr) Tall racks like Yao Ming (Yao Ming) F*ck school, I don't f*ck with rules (I don't f*ck with 'em) Laid back, nigga, always keep a tool (keep a tool) You a pussy nigga, you a fuckin' fool (you a fool) Wait, hold up, ay, ay Bitches look at me like I am a jewel (like a jewel) I be posted with yo' bitch in the pool (in the pool) Blast off, wait, ah, jet fuel (jet fuel) F*ck this world, man, these bitches so cruel (so cruel) What you want from me, Mercedes AMG? (AMG) Push to start, bitch, no keys (no keys) They don't gotta know about you and me (nah) You the only one I know and I trust (and I trust) Baby, you my Angel in the Stardust Niggas always wanna act so tough (so tough) Blade it out, phew, phew, see the cuts (see the cuts) I be with my soldiers, eatin' chicken wings (chicken wings) Nigga, you can't hang, this is not your game (not your game) Black fit, Gosha, Gosha, gold fangs (gold fangs) Long clip, Gosha, Gosha, bang, bang (bang, bang) Black fit, Gosha, Gosha, gold fangs (gold fangs) Long clip, Gosha, Gosha, bang, bang (bang, bang) Black fit, Gosha, Gosha, gold fangs (gold fangs) Ay","Edy Edouard" 204,15,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$NOT,204,"2020-11-30 12:20:22",Megan,2:13,"No she won't No, she won't understand what I be saying (nah) She wanna f*ck with me, but I wanna f*ck with Megan (f*ck) I hit her on the phone and she not fucking taken (yeah) Ain't about the money, then no conversations (uh-uh) No conversations, bitch, no complications (ayy) F*ck you, bitch, you took my heart, now it's breakin' You want me back now 'cause you feeling shameless (ayy) I used to know that bitch, but now she is nameless Ayy, I don't wanna know that bitch (uh) I don't need to know that bitch (uh) 20 times two, bitch Eat his fucking .40 clip Like a Beyblade, you know a nigga's gonna have the rip (ayy) Uzi MAC-11s put a pussy nigga down (ayy) I just came up in this bitch, caught a whole town (yeah) Only king in this bitch, I wear the crown (ayy) I'm the sun in the sky, bitch, I gotta shine (gotta shine) I already made my mind got no time (yeah) None of this lost in the fucking front house (ayy) Megan, Megan, open up the door now (please) I pray that bitch open just don't kick me out Let me explain just what this is about (ayy) Yo, I don't wanna be with you no more And I don't even think you understand me, huh? You really don't (f*ck) No she won't No, she won't understand what I be saying (uh-uh) She wanna f*ck with me, but I wanna f*ck with Megan (nah) I hit her on the phone and she not fucking taken (f*ck) Ain't about the money, then no conversations No conversations, bitch, no complications (ayy) F*ck you, bitch, you took my heart, now it's breakin' (yeah) You want me back now 'cause your feeling shameless I used to know that bitch, but now she is nameless No, she won't No, she won't understand what I be saying She wanna f*ck with me, but I wanna f*ck with Megan I hit her on the phone and she not fucking taken Ain't about the money, then no conversations No conversations, bitch, no complications F*ck you, bitch, you took my heart, now it's breakin' You want me back now 'cause you feeling shameless I used to","Edy Edouard" 205,16,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$Oop,205,"2020-11-30 12:20:27","All In",6:30,"Yeah, yeah, Lil Boat All my brothers with me! Yeah From the start, they been with me from the start I love y'all! Gang, gang, gang, gang Bankroll after bankroll I spend Bankroll after bankroll I spend Bankroll after bankroll I spend Bankroll after bankroll I spend Seven years later and I got the same friends Bankroll after bankroll I spend Seven years later and I got the same friends All in, yeah I'm all in, I'm all in All in, yeah I'm all in, I'm all in All in with a pair of twins in a Benz Just bought a new necklace and it came with heavy winds She suck me like a push-pop, she love cock My brothers they been with me from the very start Recorded in the closet with sock mics If one fight we all fight, it's fight night Bankroll after bankroll I spend Seven years later and I got the same friends All in, yeah I'm all in, I'm all in All in, yeah I'm all in, I'm all in Black and white like a zebra I don't sell furniture but nigga IKEA I have an idea, headshot, ID ya Media wanna see me in jail like Madea If my career go south I'm going to South Korea Macaroni sells, I been macking, making macarena I'm cleaner than the cleanest It's Byou, nice to meet you This ain't a cookout but my meat on her grill I snort it up like I'm a goonie When I got in the game be a toolie I howled decent like I'm Scooby I can't be no average joe Never fucked an average ho We lettin' you know it's a problem Crib like I'm eating on pollen Keep a bitch on my thigh like a pocket If I f*ck her she sucking the gang Me and my brothers done did everything Backwood, it's stuffed, look like Oreo If you know me I know that you owe me Kay the Yacht keep a K and a forty Balmains on me like I'm lonely Fired a banker for twenty Thumbin' the boat while she sippin' the Henny I know that my gang won't forget me Bankroll after bankroll I spend Seven years later and I got the same friends All in, yeah I'm all in, I'm all in All in, yeah I'm all in, I'm all in You a stain, you a lame Swerving hoes like I got a cane Old friends call me, say they can't look at Perry the same Perry growin' up and I got the same gang 100 deep, run up, yeah I'm glad you came Young nigga with expensive tastes Matter fact, ask your girl 'fore you go and kiss her face Damn, who is she, let me check my database Yeah, Perry head of the human race I'm all in, I'm all in, I'm all in Bitch I'm ballin', I'm ballin', I'm ballin' These bitches callin', they stalkin', they stallin' 25 just for a fucking walk in All in, 40 for the walk in Now I'm flossin', drop top Slauson Got a goth bitch, she put me in a coffin Got a dog bitch, now she leaving paw-prints Still ridin' sports when I'm sittin' in it's great Tell my bitch make a play, now I'm frosted like a cake Chef knife with the steak, now I'm flexing heavyweight In the six like a date, all my partners livin' great Bankroll after bankroll I'm stacking JBan$ keep three phones, I'm trapping Working with the work, I double up, it's magic Chopper make a nigga backflip, gymnastics Bad bitch take off with the pack if you lackin' Got 100 bloods posted in the back with rachets Pull off in the Aston, ball like Collin Sexton 26's for my wrist, diamonds dancing like they Prince Bankroll after bankroll I love to spend, yeah When I get it back I love to spend it all again, yeah Boomin' out the gym, yeah, way above the rim, yeah Ten up on my neck and I spent fifteen for my wrist, yeah Woah up on my wrist, yeah, wetter than a fish, yeah Woah, you just want to come because I'm next, yeah Woah, you just like that glow that's from my neck, yeah Woah, I'm tired of talking, can you cut my check, yeah Woah Bankroll after bankroll I spend Only love my gang, I don't got no new friends Hit your bitch from the back and I watch her bend NAZ for life, nigga that's till the end I only want to f*ck, I can't be your boyfriend (stupid bitch) I speak rich nigga shit, broke niggas can't comprehend Ay it's Cartiers all over my lens All hundreds in my bankroll, I don't do no tens Never Amount To Zero in this bitch, you understand that? 2016 dream team, matching beamer boys, let's get it Got love for all my niggas We all in, we all fam All in All my brothers all in Same gang, I got the same friends I promise that I'm all in I'm all in, I'm all in All in F*ck it I might cop the Benz Oh, I'm all in All in, ah, oh Sailing Team Lil Boat, Lil Boat Summer Songs 2 It's a wrap","MILES MCCOLLUM, PERRY MOISE, BOBBY LOWERY SAGE" 206,17,"2020-11-02 12:01:14","$Teven Cannon",206,"2020-11-30 12:20:48","Oh No!",,"Prra Bitch, yeah Oh no, oh no, oh no Xanarchy Oh no, oh no, oh no Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no You could do anything when you look like this So fire pull up on you with a new wife Yeah, we gon' get it poppin' like a few Sprites, bitch Yeah, pull up on a broad with a new white bitch Oh no, I just jumped up out a Wraith I never ever make the same damn mistakes Only eatin' steak and lobster on my plates You don't see me chillin' with no fuckin' fakes Cos' I'm on a different level, wish you would, I know you never I been all across the globe, trottin' Don O'-whatever Like the whole lotta money, ima spend it on whatever Only ice on my neck, you could get my diamonds tested Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no (prra, yeah) Ooh, she so damn crazy That's my baby That's my baby So damn crazy, yeah Crazy, like I love that bitch so, oh Oh no, oh no, oh- -no, oh no, oh no, oh no Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no Out the booth, ha, yeah Said I'm out the booth, prra, yeah Xanarchy","Nicholas Diego Leanos, Steven Cannon" 207,17,"2020-11-02 12:01:14","$Teven Cannon",207,"2020-11-30 12:20:58","The Man",2:58,"I'm gonna mute you just for a second While I do this but I'm gonna keep it on Okay Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh I f*ck dat bih, yeah, I f*ck dat bih, yeah I f*ck dat bih, yeah, I f*ck dat bih, yeah I f*ck dat bih, yeah, I f*ck dat bih, yeah I f*ck dat bih, yeah, I f*ck dat bih, yeah Goddamn, goddamn Lil Xanny the man Goddamn, goddamn Lil Xanny the man Goddamn, goddamn Lil Xanny the man Goddamn, goddamn Lil Xanny the man Like what's up All my friends seem to fuckin' hate me 'Cause I'm doing great They some lames they hate me I been up on my hoes, and I'm shoppin the dream though I been fuckin' bitches, I just fucked my dream ho I just fucked my dream ho though All these hoes yeah they deep throat I love big bih that so thick That bih don't love me she just want dick, aye Goddamn, goddamn Lil Xanny the man Goddamn, goddamn Lil Xanny the man Goddamn, goddamn Lil Xanny the man Goddamn, goddamn Lil Xanny the man Like what's up Everywhere I'm Gucci down, f*ck wit Prada and Louis I been on a couple bottles, seen a couple of bitches, aye King kong bitch I'll be gone in a minute Find Nemo bitch I might ping pong a bitch I'ma bang a couple bitches I might pump a bitch Run around, a couple bitches Pop the Faygo, where the pain go? I need fellatio White or black my diamonds racial Goddamn, goddamn Lil Xanny the man Goddamn, goddamn Lil Xanny the man Goddamn, goddamn Lil Xanny the man Goddamn, goddamn Lil Xanny the man Like what's up I been on my shit though, yeah, aye, ooh, yeah I been on my shit though, ooh, yeah, aye, yeah I been on my shit though, ooh I been on my shit though, ooh Goddamn, goddamn Lil Xanny the man Goddamn, goddamn Lil Xanny the man Goddamn, goddamn Lil Xanny the man Goddamn, goddamn Lil Xanny the man Goddamn, goddamn Lil Xanny the man Goddamn, goddamn Lil Xanny the man Goddamn, goddamn Lil Xanny the man Goddamn, goddamn Lil Xanny the man Like what's up What's up, aye, aye What's up, aye aye","Matthew James Day, Miguel Curtidor, Steven Scruggs, Nicholas Diego Leanos" 208,18,"2020-11-02 12:01:14","$tupid Young",208,"2020-11-30 12:21:11",Ventalation,,"RJ Ayy, it's too many to choose from, I can't pick (ayy) I grab two, we dip out and take pics (yeah) New car and I lose calm, my favorite (ayy) Poolside, I skinny dip with gay chicks Nah, I don't usually be the one that amaze, man I do this all the time, it's part of my ventilation (ooh, ah) Part of my ventilation (ooh, ah) Part of my ventilation (ooh, ah) It's part of my ventilation I do this all the time, it's part of my ventilation Groupies hit my phone, they just tryna lick the lollipop I'm too cold, but I'm the type to make your body hot Feel like Keith Sweat, feel like Jodeci I need the winner's club, hope my ex don't notice me Can't save hoes, I just move to the next one Nonchalant ass, I could tell I just upset some Sick cup, big yup, treat 'em like my stepson Colora-rado make me have to come and flex some I be moving militant, yo' bitch be moving sideways I be getting paid shows, vacay on the holidays You be with them lame niggas, I be on the finer things Two step my way to a bag, get up out my way Ayy, it's too many to choose from, I can't pick (ayy) I grab two, we dip out and take pics (yeah) New car and I lose calm, my favorite (ayy) Poolside, I skinny dip with gay chicks Nah, I don't usually be the one that amaze, man I do this all the time, it's part of my ventilation (ooh, ah) Part of my ventilation (ooh, ah) Part of my ventilation (ooh, ah) It's part of my ventilation I do this all the time, it's part of my ventilation Take a deep breath, now what you tryna do? Doggy Dogg with the shit, but I'm not a fool When I step up in the party, hoes know the rule And if the bitch can't swim, sit by the pool Light up a Backwood, I'm back, hood What's cracking? I keep a bad bitch with me, that's how I do it Caked up like it's my birthday, nigga, feeling good Then blow out the candles and wish a nigga would F*ck around with the reason your ho stuck around Niggas wanna act funny, I got a bunch of clowns I make money to play with, to stay rich Hoes wanna label the nigga, but say, hey bitch Ayy, it's too many to choose from, I can't pick (ayy) I grab two, we dip out and take pics (yeah) New car and I lose calm, my favorite (ayy) Poolside, I skinny dip with gay chicks Nah, I don't usually be the one that amaze, man I do this all the time, it's part of my ventilation (ooh, ah) Part of my ventilation (ooh, ah) Part of my ventilation (ooh, ah) It's part of my ventilation I do this all the time, it's part of my ventilation $tupid Young, uh Hold up, nigga, let me ventilate Nigga say he run the building, well, it's time to renovate Forever paid, nigga, I can never hate Never catch me lacking even when I'm in a Escalade Pull up with them extra clips like a movie Lil baby bad, tell her bust it like a Uzi Fucking with the gang, but I'm knowing she a groupie Tell her no pics and videos, she f*ck around and sue me Young Asian hood nigga from the ES Ray Charles, man, I think they can't see us Ah shit, and these diamonds on me VS Niggas hating on the gang 'cause they can't be us Ayy, it's too many to choose from, I can't pick (ayy) I grab two, we dip out and take pics (yeah) New car and I lose calm, my favorite (ayy) Poolside, I skinny dip with gay chicks Nah, I don't usually be the one that amaze, man I do this all the time, it's part of my ventilation (ooh, ah) Part of my ventilation (ooh, ah) Part of my ventilation (ooh, ah) It's part of my ventilation I do this all the time, it's part of my ventilation","Calvin Cordozar Broadus, Rodney J. Brown, Alex Pham, Azjah" 209,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,209,"2020-11-30 12:21:26","Killing 2 Birds With 22 Stones",2:23,"Hey kids, let's go to church! (Yay!) No more false idols Revolt revolt revolt No more false idols For we are the ones, they are afraid Remain in the earth, dirt Filling' up my Hearse When I die, bury me like ten more feet beneath So if I come back from the dead I'll be trapped, and you'll get to keep the peace Leave me be or just please leave me deceased Screaming, ""I want to be free and released!"" Screaming, ""I want to be free of defeat!"" Lace up my cleats and I fucking retreat I really could use some more of that sleep But I'll sleep when I'm dead in a bed with the tags on my feet At least let me wear my FTP's The evidence right next to me Chalk outline, the rest we'll see He's dead so let's just let him be Release the fucking doves, and I'll shoot them one by one! Scarecrow and Ruby da Cherry Hover around us like the dying and buried Release the fucking doves, and I'll shoot them one by one! All of these crows and all of these vultures Doves do cry when you die Release the fucking doves, and I'll shoot them one by one! Scarecrow and Ruby da Cherry Hover around us like the dying and buried Release the fucking doves, and I'll shoot them one by one! All of these crows and all of these vultures Doves do cry when you die Riding on the Northside, yeah, the far side Hit the 7th Ward Might get frostbite On the day I die, leave me be in the sunlight Let the vultures feast on what's left of mine Almost lost my mind, but let me come back down to earth This the year of my rebirth Pop right back out of a Hearse Right before I hit the dirt Watch me burn What is left of me then watch the crows burst Ain't no church in the wild, but my church six feet in the dirt Release the fucking doves, and I'll shoot them one by one! Scarecrow and Ruby da Cherry Hover around us like the dying and buried Release the fucking doves, and I'll shoot them one by one! All of these crows and all of these vultures Doves do cry when you die Release the fucking doves, and I'll shoot them one by one! Scarecrow and Ruby da Cherry Hover around us like the dying and buried Release the fucking doves, and I'll shoot them one by one! All of these crows and all of these vultures Doves do cry when you die","Aristos Petrou, Matthew Malpass, Scott Arceneaux, Travis Barker" 210,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,210,"2020-11-30 12:21:34","Sour Grapes",2:32,"Lasting longer than a prison sentence Oddy Nuff stay reinventing Reinvented demon presence Now my presence deemed offensive Pull up in front the entrance screaming, ""Someone grant my death wish!"" I don't get this fucking life Bitches make my head itch Haven't slept a wink all fucking night Trying to win by losing twice I can't pick one soothing vice 'cause I'm a heathen hooked for life Refuse advice, choose suicide Grey 59 is you and I We must stay unified We've always been the losing side Lucifer coming straight out of hell Slow down Slickity Sloth that butterfly turning back to a moth Woah now Stay depressed suicidal Homicidal and such So f*ck off and don't ask me about no fucking drugs Who else wouldn't try to numb up? F*ck rap, f*ck money F*ck all your companies Take the strap, reload (reload) Now death is my company No more people who judging me Old fake ass industry Now peace is my company Slick Sloth is six feet deep","Travis Barker, Scott Arceneaux Jr., Aristos Petrou" 211,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,211,"2020-11-30 12:21:56","Individuality Was So Last Year",2:36,"Took one to the dome, home alone I can't turn a stone without some bones creeping up out of my clothes Jonesing, fiending, itching, shaking, mentally unstable, no cable Just some white noise inside my head And that ain't no wrap sheet, but what I regret instead Days of me and cherry working out the motherfucking shed to get up out of my toxic bed Forsaken the first born And watch the rest fall at glance Wishes of me changing my past, never had a fighting chance Leave me alone Leave me alone Leave me alone (When I die I want a mural painted of me) leave me alone, ay When I die I want a mural painted of me If I'm lucky, they'll pick a building that's really fucking ugly Paint me puking, pain't me fucking, paint a halo right above me Even if they tear the building down, yung plague will be scattered around Let out the hounds while I'm stepping in your fucking town Always surrounded by the fucking walking dead of clout Tryna catch a breath Always trying not to fucking drown Ashes to ashes I'll turn to dust before I join the crowd Leave me alone Leave me alone Leave me alone (when I die I want a mural painted of me) Leave me alone, ay Leave me alone Leave me alone Leave me alone (when I die I want a mural painted of me) (Leave me alone)","Travis Barker, James Christian Shaffer, Scott Arceneaux Jr., Aristos Petrou" 212,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,212,"2020-11-30 12:22:01","Aliens Are Ghosts",2:14,"""Parsed out on this rippity-dippity-rippity-dippity-rippity-dippity triplet flows The $UICIDEBOY$ formula is pretty obvious at this point Whether it'd be because you've heard some of the duo's previous EP's Or you're familiar with the classic Hip-Hop albums That the duo pretty much used as inspir-"" Swervin' 7th Ward (7th Ward, 7th Ward) (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) 7th Ward 7th Ward swerving, white Benz, wheels turnin' Rose gold chrome accent on the rims, picture perfect No destination, let's just wait and see where we end up Burnin' zones, burnin' up the ozone, Backwood stay tightly tucked Bitch look at me, she said ""Yuck!"" ""What the f*ck?"" Hoe, I'm Oddy Nuff I don't f*ck with lifeforms from this planet, bitch, you out of luck I got better shit to do, like sip the lines up in my cup I ain't sharing, pint stay tucked Waste my whole life hunting ducks ""The flows on this thing generally are pretty tight It seems almost as if there is a slightly larger focus on hooks with this project, too (norf, norf) Some of which really pop, like on the track 'Nicotine Patches' (norf, norf) One day I'll forget their name!"" I be that rotten garbage crawlin' out the ditch, stitches for a snitch Bodies in the fridge, blade scraping Grey aping, banging on my fucking chest Feel the static, problematic, be my motherfucking guest Yung Christ, masked up for a poltergeist Feel like I'm stuck in a vice, feel like I been paid my price My wrists have been sliced Now I'm scarred from the blade that's pressed against my skin Lifeless and I'm stuck up in this shit The walking Mortal Sin, whose lives will never end F*ck ""But simultaneously There are spots on this album where the lyrics Can come off a bit too edgy or try-hard Or basic, maybe even juvenile Especially on the track 'Mr. Nice Guy'""","Aristos Petrou, Reid Stefan, Scott Arceneaux, Travis Barker" 213,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,213,"2020-11-30 12:22:53",nothingleftnothingleft,1:40,"Suicide, suicide, let's all commit suicide End the human race just like the dinosaurs, I can't decide Would you rather drink the punch or do you want to burn alive? No salvation, salutations, nothing left after we die (Feed me with your hate) Yeah, now that's a fucking start (Stab me in the skull) Make sure that the blade is sharp (Put my body in a ditch) Let the larva eat my heart (Infest my dead body) Let it rip my flesh apart War Power Sickness Death Famine Terror Toxic Sex Hate Fear Greed Stress Fire Ashes Nothing Left Spit in my face Kick me when I'm down Leave me to drown, lords of the underground Trash my brain Bash in my skull Pass me the gun I'll make you void and null Nails in my hand Nails in my feet Crucify me Crucify me Penetrate my ribs with the blade Call on the greys Then let us pray War Power Sickness Death Famine Terror Toxic Sex Hate Fear Greed Stress Fire Ashes Nothing Left War Power Sickness Death Famine Terror Toxic Sex Hate Fear Greed Stress Fire Ashes Nothing Left Nothing Left Nothing Left Nothing Left Nothing Left","Travis Barker, Scott Arceneaux Jr., Aristos Petrou" 214,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,214,"2020-11-30 12:23:13",Nothingleftnothingleft,1:40,"Suicide, suicide, let's all commit suicide End the human race just like the dinosaurs, I can't decide Would you rather drink the punch or do you want to burn alive? No salvation, salutations, nothing left after we die (Feed me with your hate) Yeah, now that's a fucking start (Stab me in the skull) Make sure that the blade is sharp (Put my body in a ditch) Let the larva eat my heart (Infest my dead body) Let it rip my flesh apart War Power Sickness Death Famine Terror Toxic Sex Hate Fear Greed Stress Fire Ashes Nothing Left Spit in my face Kick me when I'm down Leave me to drown, lords of the underground Trash my brain Bash in my skull Pass me the gun I'll make you void and null Nails in my hand Nails in my feet Crucify me Crucify me Penetrate my ribs with the blade Call on the greys Then let us pray War Power Sickness Death Famine Terror Toxic Sex Hate Fear Greed Stress Fire Ashes Nothing Left War Power Sickness Death Famine Terror Toxic Sex Hate Fear Greed Stress Fire Ashes Nothing Left Nothing Left Nothing Left Nothing Left Nothing Left","Travis Barker, Scott Arceneaux Jr., Aristos Petrou" 215,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,215,"2020-11-30 12:23:24",Carrollton,3:24,"Play me some of that $uicide pimpin' man You motherfuckers pitiful, I'm too sick of you I'm a walking visual, you boys refillable Unforgivable Once you cross me, hoe Now you a motherfucking stain to Lil Cut Throat (pow!) Let the gun bang Nuts hang, drug game ain't the same ""Savage,"" tatted on my face Grade A Blazin' while we hotbox F*ck a badge, f*ck a cop even if the 'K hot Watch me bust on any block Northside naughty Scope on the shotty Semi blow ya' body Tony gripping on the Tommy, bitch I bite the head off a bat like I'm Ozzy You got a problem motherfucker? Come and try me I'm nothing like what you punk boys wanna embody Norf, Norf, East Side '59 Tony gripping Tommy F*ck around end up with your body, autopsy I be that walking zombie, bath salts Eating bodies Three choppas and a shotty shooting everybody Cigarette wet Bumping Boosie Badazz On them drugs, jiggin' Jaws locked—clinching Trigger finger itching if you think I'm kidding Smoke leaking from the sticky that we smoking, boy F*ck a Backwood, Swisher's what I use, boy Smoke what I choose, do what I wanna do Motherfuck you and your punk friends too Ruby, blunt lit, lungs itch, bitch, I like the sting Smoking potent thinking I'm the chosen one, bitch, I'm a king I can hear my dead homies sing Now my eyes always hurtin', wiping tears with diamond rings, yeah, aye Hol' up fuckboy, who the f*ck said we cool? Man, I quit smoking with hypebeast's back in 2002 What it do? Motherfucker I'm a fool Ruby Da Cherry is ghouling with goblins If you got a problem, then you better move From the womb to the tomb Busting out early, busting out soon Black out the city, I'm back on them 30s In 'bout 20 minutes we'll be on the moon, uh Drugs got me fucked up, sluts got me drugged up, f*ck Slap my face against a pill to crush it up Government ID helps me get high Seeing stars in the mirror like I'm looking with a bright beam Lime green paint but the rims looking Spike Lee Mighty sloppy, might be cocky, am I in the right scene? Highly unlikely, and I'm willing to fucking bet Leave a pussy wet then I leave a pussy wet I'm a fucking vet, I'm a motherfucking threat G59 the set, G59 will make you sweat ""I don't give a f*ck,"" is my fucking epithet Lace up my Nike Decades, meet me at Heaven's Gates 7th Ward by the lake 'til my death He'll come off of your drunken stupor from Bourbon Street, Saturday night! Get up in time to go to mass on Sunday morning And you tell God you're sorry for your drunkenness Only to go back out tonight and get wasted again","Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux" 216,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,216,"2020-11-30 12:23:34","King Tulip",3:05,"""They changed so much, you know what I'm saying? How did these two motherfuckers, from New Orleans How did they change, how did they change music?"" Yeah, I was the wave, but now I feel the tide pulling back Ocean flat Often I lay in this coffin, sleep on my back Toss a couple of 'em back My liver really starting to slack And like I feel myself decaying from the cigarette packs I never thought I'd see the Tussin', I was livin' in the back I'm blacked out, spare my heart torn in half Now, I've got everything I ever wanted But now I don't want it It feels like I'm haunted, it feels like I'm cursed Hopefully soon I will turn into dirt A material world with a virtual nerve Yeah, I see what it's worth, toss me out on the curb Leaving me up on the street of New Orleans Y'all swervin' away (love is to short like a cell) Roll me up a blunt (aye) I need to get lost (aye) All y'all talk about sauce, I'm wipin' Frozen cuts with frost, I'm slicin' Dope and guts and tossin' frauds up to the side Half of $uicide A couple million, now we're ready to fucking die Two cups and a bad bitch Then I pop me a Xanax, quick Call Shake when I need that fix Call Nick when I need that itch Call crack to the pop, amphetamine Max Beck in the back, pop seventeen Young Kurt Cobain with the heroin $Lick love drugs over everything Shoot the stars up in my veins, woah But look at your bankroll So, just spend it on more dope More woes, f*ck you care fo' But lately I feel guilty, I feel so badly They say I made it and that should be satisfactory Lately, I feel like I have nobody All alone in the empty hotel lobby Four A.M., praying, can I get some rest? Dreams of suicide and a need for death Four A.M., praying, can I get some rest? Dreams of suicide and a need for death ""Happening now, streets blocked off as New Orleans police continue to search For the people accused of firing shots at officers Wdsu reporter, Natalie Hee is live in the 7th Ward She joins us now live with the latest developments on this - Natalie"" ""Hey there, Sean, what started as a traffic stop this morning Or earlier this afternoon Has escalated into a large-scale investigation With multiple agencies involved on the ground, and in the air Right now, two people are in custody And police say they are searching for a possible third suspect""","Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux" 217,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,217,"2020-11-30 12:23:43","Bring Out Your Dead",1:46,"Out of the way kids Used to smoke crack, now I count fucking racks Mack Daddy smacked, lickin' a powder bag Back on my bullshit, white Benz coupe Fit three in the back, and that's not including your bitch too, shit Mutt hit the blunt like a bump $lick in the cut with the cut, no, we never gave a f*ck If I cum, suck it up, bitch, I'm fucked Lead in the brain, I got tar in the lungs Dreads full of stank, til' my car fuckin' stops Nothing to gain, I got nothing but bad fucking luck Lean the seat back as I swerve and I crash Yeah, this blunt mixed with glass, as my dreams turn to black I'm ash Put 'em in the back, no strap in the backpack Just a bunch of trash Told Zac, ""If we ever fell off with G-59 or FTP Let's just be terrorists, blow up on NBC"" Bitch, you gon' die, hoe Bitch, you gon' die, hoe They be actin' for a fuckin' bitch I'm 'bout to shoot this bitch Bitch, you gon' die, hoe Bitch, you gon' die, hoe They be actin' for a fuckin' bitch I'm 'bout to shoot this bitch This for any pussy boy wanna act up (act up) Find yourself dead with no guts (no guts) Voice in my head sayin', ""Kill yourself"" So, so, so I wrote a note Hot boy, turned cold To whom it may concern, f*ck you and the world Nurse these Xanax, anxiety on panic F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, I got to go I got a sixty pack waitin' at home Feel like a zombie, I'm all alone Everyone clones, please tell your bitch to stop hitting my phone Hollow tips to the whole motherfucking game (game) Hollow tips, gonna insert in my brain Bitch, you gon' die, hoe Bitch, you gon' die, hoe Hanging out the motherfucking window 'Bout to shoot this bitch Yeah, you gon' die, hoe Yeah, you gon' die, hoe Hanging out the motherfucking window","Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux" 218,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,218,"2020-11-30 12:23:53","Nicotine Patches",2:36,"Triple Six Hold up, wait Hold up, wait All of my heroes are rotting in their fucking graves One day, I will forget their name One day, I'll forget their name, name, name (hold up, wait!) Hold up, wait All of my heroes are rotting in their fucking graves One day, I will forget their name One day, I'll forget their name, name, name When I was twenty-seven every night I had dreams to die Now I'm twenty-eight feeling more dead than alive Twenty-nine in a month, all my idols fucking dead Got a check, more or less, just another problem Breaking four-hundred degrees, no limit cash money Half a milli' pass the cash, I feel like cash money Pop a Xan, couldn't tell you when I forget F*ck a friend All I need is $crim and my kin (Ruby!) Days looking grim, goosebumps on my skin Hope the reaper come and hope my demise begin Fill my vein with heroin Poking through my skin This is the end (Hold up, wait!) Hold up, wait All of my heroes are rotting in their fucking graves One day, I will forget their name One day, I'll forget their name, name, name One day, I'll become the same A pile of ashes forgotten in a vase Wrap my chain around the base and then put it on display Flashing lights they shine so brightly 'Til it blackouts every night see Shattered glass rain from the sky Beware my dream (aye) That shit so blinding White gold blade on a bright gold chain Ruby da Cherry been dated, so why the f*ck would I not stay the same? Every step that Ruby take, it like he walking on a plank Let the waves crash down, let them take me to my grave Ain't no way my gang ain't grey Thousands of people are shouting but $uicide just saved the day Roll up in the tank F*ck the fame Remember my name Until your memory fades Like you manning the plague Until my dying day ""Tens of people arrested Several ounces of a deadly drug are now off the streets of St. Tammany Parish All after several law enforcement agencies joined forces""","Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux" 219,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,219,"2020-11-30 12:24:16","10,000 Degrees",3:09,"Gold on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal Gold on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal Gold on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal Gold on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal Gold on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal Gold on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal Gold on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal Gold on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal Straight out of hell Ring the bells Plague is here to stay Roaches and locusts they cover me knowing they'll have to follow me in your grave Ain't got no protection 'cause I've been since the end of fucking times My kingdom come, thy will be done, and still you're wondering who am I? I am the devil's son born and raised Preachin' suicide, googly eyes tell me more, okay? Praise the fuckin' devil, God can suck my dick, I scorch the place Making mountains crumble, glaciers meltin', oceans swellin' I'm the lord of the plagues Gold on my Wait a fucking minute, I got more to say Threatenin' swordplay, still the same name 'Cause the chip on my shoulder blades, 'til the court date Lil' plague make a forte, stick it with the gourmet Hot and bored Against for war, we fight Fate is cold and no way I get through the door frame with scores to say For war, we pray 7th Ward, the grave For war, we pray 7th Ward, the grave For war, we pray 7th Ward, the grave For war, we pray Death is inevitable The fucking $carecrow Walking on his tip-toes While your blood stay, we'll flow You know, mister typical Hearing the fucking voices through my window (Begging to be dead!) But no worries, just like Chuckie Cutthroat got the blade and the knife Made that rise for the young Christ, never even died My father just forsaken, I I'm still $uicide until I die It's an eye for an eye Speaking of eye, I (someone help me out) See the reaper having a busy season Won't even let me rest while I'm sleepin' It's getting harder to watch from the bleachers The father of evil, like Knievel, Ruby and I stay jumping over people (mafia) Xanax evil Close to lethal Cigarette breathing junkie, used to needles So I threw ra-pa-pac up (pow! Pow! Pow! Pow!) Load a nine up, my time's up, yeah (yeah, yeah) Grew up a f*ck up Load a nine up (f*ck all this shit) My time's up, f*ck","Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux" 220,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,220,"2020-11-30 12:24:36","122 Days",3:04,"Uh, local boy makin' fuckin' global noise Yes I came to destroy, ayy Sold out shows 'round the globe twice, now I feel like a fucking viceroy (I do) Never say no to whatever drug, I always enter the void When it is time that I die make sure I'm buried in FTP corduroy $Uicideboy$, most avoided, most ignored I like their old stuff from before (I do) Who am I, Freud? I'm not who I thought I was anymore I'm not like you I'm not like you I don't want the life you live (I'm not) I don't want no wife and kids (like you) I don't want to die and miss (I'm not) All the things they said around me (like you) I don't want the life you live (I'm not) I don't want the fucking kids (like you) I don't want to die in hell (I'm not) All the things they said around me (like you) I don't want the life you live (I'm not) I don't want the fucking kids (like you) I don't want to die in this (I'm not) All the things that sailed around me (like you) Ask me if I'm happy, stupid motherfucking question (hold up) No pity needed fighting grown men, I was seven What's happenin'? Running drugs up on my bike You know I had a weapon And then drugs became my obsession Nobody can say they gave me a fucking thing Got it from the mud, now I'm a G-O-D, hold up Born Southside, West Bank livin' legend Reborn Yung Christ, this your fucking day of reckoning Northside Shawty off the porch Sippin' dip lil $lick Wanna quit, life overrated as shit Everyday eating sticks, gotta wash it down And when I wash it down, you know what it's with (bitch) I just want some happiness To live a normal life again (ah) Sleep late and do nothing Talk with my cousin, like he actually my cousin (I said) I just want some happiness To live a normal life again (ah) Sleep late and do nothing Talk to my cousin, like he actually my cousin ""Everyday savings at the everything store, K&B Now, ask your K&B pharmacist for a three dollar coupon Good on your next new or transferred prescription""","Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux" 221,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,221,"2020-11-30 12:24:53","Phantom Menace",2:22,"Back against the wall (f*ck!) And my pocket against the wall Still hanging in the hall Never change, I'm the same (nope) Please don't fucking call me, no (no) The person you are trying to reach is unavailable, aye (aye) Remember the days, when me and $licky came to LA? (hmm, hmm) Sleepin' up-front at the Fat Nick's house Then the devil lifts the pillow when he doesn't hit the couch (ay, ay, hey) That's to no amount Tell this time to really count Whatever the f*ck you said you hate is what the f*ck I'm really about Really doing drugs, unlike you do it for the clout (nah) Really got a problem, like I'm usually backing out (yeah) All my friends are headcases and this kid's gonna pout Bring it back to the pizza kitchen, I'll clock in 'n' out Washin' dishes, 'cause of my bitch, and a manager tripped still I'm out (I'm out) F*ck the rap industry, I'm down for the motherfucking count (ha-ha) All you fucking clowns, I could really do without (aye) I'll be back, I really, really, really doubt Southside maniac with the nine loaded (what?) Northside Shawty, AKA I'm loaded (okay) Made a couple milli' world tour (yeah) F*ck it up F*ck a couple men Bind it up, like I'm the Joker in Gotham City (ha-ha-ha!) Before the days we used to hit up Orange Mound (hold up) TA clothes, smart fucks gon' count (throw them hands, like–) Ridin' four deep $moked out, loced out, $moked out, loced out (what?) Now I'm surrounded by folks I never met Seem like the bigger you get, equals nothing but death But nonetheless, still 'bout them dead presidents Innocent residence, straper looked out, begin Funerals for the cold-blooded makeup skin (pop-pop-pop) So I called Ruby, he said we got the blade (okay) I'm like, okay, I got the jacket loaded in the AK In the AK, AK F*ck yeah! (All of y'all are fake, all of ya'll are fake, all of y'all are fake) (All of y'all are fake, all of ya'll are fake, all of y'all are fake) (All of y'all are fake, all of ya'll are fake, all of y'all are fake)","Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux" 222,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,222,"2020-11-30 12:25:28","Krewe du Vieux (Comedy & Tragedy)",1:44,"Ruby rarely rap about stacking up cash Prolly why my walls missing Platinum plaques From depression, the profession that happens so fast Hit some dabs last night now I'm back with no wax Always gotta get fucked up, I can't last one day without fucking it up F*ck it, I'll consume whatever pills are better Whenever the going gets tough, I'll bash in my casket Climb in and laugh, until the grass is growing through my skull Aye, walkin' to the CVS with VVS's Drippin' on my chest, bright white lights make the diamonds dance But they also reveal my face without a mask on What a mess, lookin' for a reason but I wanna rest Lil $lick jumped in this bitch, tell me Ruby got a problem Emo bitch suck your dick like shit punk rappers Yeah, they all floggers Smokin' dope, Los Angeles in the Corvette, back it up Park it like a fuckin' dive junkie .45 on me at all times, bullet with your name, bullet with mine Ride my for the sake of $uicide You see anybody riding with me in a Chevy? (No) I didn't think so, stay solo, stay dolo Lights go dim, low-key I'm, all alone and, sit on a throne, of illusions Every drug I'm on I start abusing Every drug I'm on I start abusing (f*ck!)","Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux" 223,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,223,"2020-11-30 12:25:46","War Time All the Time",2:26,"Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye I am God, motherfuckers! Better bow down! Dead bodies all around, hundred rounds out Smell it in the air every time I f*ck around town (downtown) Lay down, one by one I pick 'em off without sound Choppa have my back, Grey slap hold on for the blade ($uicide!) Your chain snatched, I like the way it shines When I'm back the black blood diamonds glisten and hit the victims yell (what?) Death requires singing all the songs of fucking hell As I hear the voices swell I know the demons wish me well (yeah) Bath salts in the nose, feel like eatin' a fucker's face Now I'm speedin in the Bronco like it's 1998 Take away the cameras, motherfucker, now it's war time Behind enemy lines, PTSD just means I'm high Bring me life, bring me life, so I can end it on my own time Meeting the reaper, all they tryna take me off the frontlines I just want some peace of mind, sick and tired of feelin' tired I declare war, armageddon, let us swarm I'll bring the fucking storm, bury me in uniform, yeah Fall under the rising sun G*59 the time has come Watch the blood, you maggot scum Feel the end as I return Tonight we die, grey flags, wave 'em on Point your guns up at the sky, yelling ""We know God is done!"" Pump this shit with fucking fur Smokin' ash all in my arm It's war time, motherfucking time, now I wanna die Follow me, we can see the other side Take anyone, take them away and rip out their spine Leave 'em behind and repeat 'til we die Grey*59 army we bleed 'til we die Six feet deep in my enemies, kill them all Burn it all they're not new friends to me Bitch, I'm in graves of the grave as I look and see We were all too brand new all an accident Peace it will never be I used to lie in the seats underneath the ground Shoot off our brow, I'll see bleed out the lens While pressing my hand while he bury me in the sea and try not to forget me I'll become a ghost and haunt you daily Die until you remember me daily","Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux" 224,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,224,"2020-11-30 12:25:58",Coma,2:18,"Creepin' out the cut with my yams, now I want some hay Serve on, se-serve on, now you know I'm out it hard Creepin' out the cut with my yams, now I want some hay Serve on, se-serve on, now you know I'm out it hard Creepin' out the cut with my yams, now I want some hay Serve on, se-serve on, now you know I'm out it hard (Ay, Yung Mutt) Creepin' out the cut with my yams, now I want some hay (Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya) Serve on, se-serve on, now you know I'm out it hard Mirror, mirror on the wall Who the f*ck was that ugly ass boy I saw? Yung Mutt with the dumbfuck Dirty like a dump truck Such a fucking bum, uh Slash guts I'm disgusted, I'm busted on what the f*ck did I just put up my nose? I'm buggin' out these people I'm ducking out I'm in trouble now I don't see the clouds, lights out Now I lay myself to sleep Now that I can rest in peace I'm questioning my misery My deathwish granted peaceful sleep My body turns to worms for the birds to eat Eternal decay for eternity Creepin' out the cut with my yams, now I want some hay Serve on, se-serve on, now you know I'm out it hard Creepin' out the cut with my yams, now I want some hay Serve on, se-serve on, now you know I'm out it hard I can't lie, lately, I've been on the fucking edge Pistol gripped up in my left Xanax, heron, bunch of meds Fantasizing about death, just need one in my temple Put the gun up to my head F*ck this shit, I shot the lead, and now I'm dead Descended through hell, nothing but burnin' flesh smells I scream, and scream, and scream, and hear the others yell as well Oh well, just my luck Devil opens up to devour me That was my old life, Antichrist, he has empowered me ""A water main broke, leaving New Orleans without drinking water And the flooding here is getting worse After waters from Lake Pontchartrain broke through a levee""","Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux" 225,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,225,"2020-11-30 12:26:52","Long Gone (Save Me From This Hell)",2:19,"Back on the fucking dope Smack up, smack 'em 'bout to make a toast Raise the glass to a room full of all my dead friends' ghosts Still loud and shouting, pounding fists Yelling ""yo, is this a joke?"" You 'bout to quit, pronounce the shit Bitch you tryna overdose, I I, I looked up and stand at a table with empty chairs I ain't able to move, I'm scared this is fatal And prepared for my betrayal's consequences Broke a promise and I get it I'm a failure, I'm a f*ck up Yet I'm unapologetic Save me from this hell, let me rest in peace Save me from this hell, let me rest in peace Save me from this hell (another dead shot) Let me rest in peace (rollies hit the long ride) Save me from this hell (they waiting round high) Let me rest in peace (people said they ride) Save me from this hell (they waste your time) Let me rest in peace (it's too late, can't rewrite) Save me from this hell (people let me ride) Let me rest in peace (people let me ride) Long gone, gone Gone, gone, gone I've been long gone Look for the soul in my eyes, and you see none Broken down on my legs, so on my own blood Woke up on the worst side of the bed and ain't wanna to get out, ouch I can only speak about the shit that I'm thinking about Don't worry 'bout my crib, or mother and father My mamma and her leaving, we almost no longer living Lil' brothers I can't even begin better life Still not right, I'm still wrong, got my world done, I'm long gone Save me from this hell (another dead shot) Let me rest in peace (rollies hit the long ride) Save me from this hell (they waiting round high) Let me rest in peace (people said they ride) Save me from this hell (they waste your time) Let me rest in peace (it's too late, can't rewrite) Save me from this hell (people let me ride) Let me rest in peace (people let me ride) Save me from this hell, let me rest in peace","Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux" 226,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,226,"2020-11-30 12:27:00","Meet Mr. Nice Guy",2:26,"Hold up, po' me up, yes Double the cup just to cut the stress in half Guess who the f*ck left After all is said and done, regret the past Best move along, got a long way to go, ayy I don't know, I don't know, I don't know (aye!) Shawty, I don't mind, but you're always on my mind Think about you all the time, think about you all the time Where the f*ck was I when this relationship dried? I was probably high to realize you left my side I will finally give out and die, finally give out and die I would love it if you bring me flowers, if you come by If you come around Suicide been on my mind Pour my heart on the concrete every fucking time Each time you left, feels like you died Depressed and I don't wanna go on any longer Delusions keep me going Illusions keep me hoping Parachute woven from broken down Men are from Mars, but there's nothing but cold Grow up all alone No fam, no home So I do drugs, just to numb up Yeah, I do drugs, when I wanna Back off the Xans, five in the morning Ain't tryna come down Ain't tryna be sober Suicide been on my mind Pour my heart on the concrete every fucking time Suicide been on my mind Pour my heart on the concrete every fucking time Suicide been on my mind Pour my heart on the concrete every fucking time Suicide been on my mind Pour my heart on the concrete every fucking time","Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux" 227,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,227,"2020-11-30 12:27:09",Carrollton,3:24,"Play me some of that $uicide pimpin' man You motherfuckers pitiful, I'm too sick of you I'm a walking visual, you boys refillable Unforgivable Once you cross me, hoe Now you a motherfucking stain to Lil Cut Throat (pow!) Let the gun bang Nuts hang, drug game ain't the same ""Savage,"" tatted on my face Grade A Blazin' while we hotbox F*ck a badge, f*ck a cop even if the 'K hot Watch me bust on any block Northside naughty Scope on the shotty Semi blow ya' body Tony gripping on the Tommy, bitch I bite the head off a bat like I'm Ozzy You got a problem motherfucker? Come and try me I'm nothing like what you punk boys wanna embody Norf, Norf, East Side '59 Tony gripping Tommy F*ck around end up with your body, autopsy I be that walking zombie, bath salts Eating bodies Three choppas and a shotty shooting everybody Cigarette wet Bumping Boosie Badazz On them drugs, jiggin' Jaws locked—clinching Trigger finger itching if you think I'm kidding Smoke leaking from the sticky that we smoking, boy F*ck a Backwood, Swisher's what I use, boy Smoke what I choose, do what I wanna do Motherfuck you and your punk friends too Ruby, blunt lit, lungs itch, bitch, I like the sting Smoking potent thinking I'm the chosen one, bitch, I'm a king I can hear my dead homies sing Now my eyes always hurtin', wiping tears with diamond rings, yeah, aye Hol' up fuckboy, who the f*ck said we cool? Man, I quit smoking with hypebeast's back in 2002 What it do? Motherfucker I'm a fool Ruby Da Cherry is ghouling with goblins If you got a problem, then you better move From the womb to the tomb Busting out early, busting out soon Black out the city, I'm back on them 30s In 'bout 20 minutes we'll be on the moon, uh Drugs got me fucked up, sluts got me drugged up, f*ck Slap my face against a pill to crush it up Government ID helps me get high Seeing stars in the mirror like I'm looking with a bright beam Lime green paint but the rims looking Spike Lee Mighty sloppy, might be cocky, am I in the right scene? Highly unlikely, and I'm willing to fucking bet Leave a pussy wet then I leave a pussy wet I'm a fucking vet, I'm a motherfucking threat G59 the set, G59 will make you sweat ""I don't give a f*ck,"" is my fucking epithet Lace up my Nike Decades, meet me at Heaven's Gates 7th Ward by the lake 'til my death He'll come off of your drunken stupor from Bourbon Street, Saturday night! Get up in time to go to mass on Sunday morning And you tell God you're sorry for your drunkenness Only to go back out tonight and get wasted again","Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux" 228,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,228,"2020-11-30 12:27:26","Fuck the Industry",3:55,"Back from the dead like I'm Jesus Skip to the next track if you think that we are facetious Ruby da Cherry ripe for the season $uicideboy$, yeah, we still breathin' (aah!) I'm the black sheep of this music industry shit Used to be a flock of us but now the flock's depleting 7th Ward Charizard, climb out the ice you claim is freezing 'Cause I was born in April, I'm the shiny diamond, Eden Y'all fuckboys who claimed they push keys or delete it? And fuckboys who claimed they got swag or competing? Put the same Gucci sweater that better have the receipt, bitch I'm the fucking wave, y'all just stuck in a bed, in a room On a cruise, throwing up 'cause you seasick While your bitch is cheating on you I'm the one who beatin' I'm just sayin', y'all think that I'm playin', but I ain't got a reason to 98' Benz coupe looking like Pikachu 99' Benz coupe looking like Beetlejuice Whatever, bho gives a f*ck? I still feel like a teen recluse 'Bout to give these needles use, numbing me up, uh Numbing me up, yeah, numbing me up, aye Numbing me up, yeah, numbing me up, aye Numbing me up, yeah, numbing me up, aye We're just gonna wait here for a little while until things quiet down If you don't mind? Hear no evil (evil) see no evil (evil) speak no evil (right) Find myself speaking to ghost up in my after nine (yeah) Devil's died too, Lucifer 'bout for the grind (pussy) Get some money, watch a man ask and reach you now (shut up, what?) Lit up my cigarette, another accident (yeah) F*ck anybody that thinks I'm the same F*ck anybody that wants me to change (what) No more changes ever that's why my Glock's on the dresser If I'm keepin' it real, I'm never-ever lacking (try me) Motherfuckers know $lick ain't never-ever slackin' (try me) Where the shackles or the nine millimeter They be know it, $crimmy keepin' the heater Nonetheless, got my keeper up my ass Swear it, I'ma blow my brains on the glass I smoke a cigarette and laugh Kettles call the pots black 'Cause sometimes I get violent, silent (shh) The f*ck I'm supposed to do? But Cut Throat always the problem That's why Cut Throat cuts throats with the sharp blade though Got my Faygo on Easter son, jump set ball like the Lakers Dn$3, pipe up, what they be know they scared of it $Uicide deadboys Keep it dry with me, G*59, you fuckboy I don't give a f*ck boy, don't give a f*ck boy (yeah) Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil (right) Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil (yeah) Hear no evil, speak no evil, see no evil, bitch We are gathered here today to remember the lives of Ruby and $crim Also known to many as the $uicideboy$ What they gave to this world while they were here, was unexplainable You know, we're all here, maybe Today we can share some memories, walk around, my name is Ricky Kekney Hey, I'm Ricky, if you don't know me you can come up to me, don't feel uncomfortable I, I know, I know I give off a stand-offish vibe Alright, don't feel uncomfortable We'll talk, come up to me, we'll talk about the boys, we'll celebrate today Today is about celebrating the lives of two legends Before we start sharing stories I would like everybody to bow their head for ten seconds, for remembrance","Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux" 229,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,229,"2020-11-30 12:27:49","I No Longer Fear the Razor Guarding My Heel (IV)",7:54,"(Yeah, man) (ay, ay, ay) Reach into my pocket, then I grab a couple crumbled hunnids We look like some crumbled hunnids Blunted out, then fuzz is something Paranoia, turn my stomach, H1 Hummer, rough and rugged Desert camo truck to the front, shirt unbuttoned, seat adjusted One hundred miles per hour, bitch, I seem accustomed 'Til life in the fast lane nothing And the motherfucking gas tank dumpin' ashes and laughin' Fucking duckin' what comes from the government Peelin' out until the sunset, eyes so low, look like a sunset Grey59, bitch, I signed my life away Grey59, bitch, I signed my life away Grey59, bitch, I signed my life away Grey59, bitch, I signed my life away (always) Back on my bullshit Now I have to pay a bet Put my foot on the fuckin' brakes Silent for life, he came Yung Christ All I got was a deathwish and centrepiece of $uicide F*ck this ego, f*ck this rap Easily execution, on my side Homicide, homicide but we used to all the time We in the Benz, off the benzos our depression clinical (right) You hear me? We in the Benz, off the benzos our depression clinical, clinical, clinical (Back of mind, motherfucker) $uicide $uicide $uicide Grey59, bitch, I signed my life away Grey59, bitch, I signed my life away Grey59, bitch, I signed my life away Grey59, bitch, I signed my life away (always) We are tired of this new world I don't want to be here $uicide, $uicide, my end $uicide, $uicide, my end You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son (yeah, yeah) Meet me by the moon (right) Half past dusk (f*ck that) Back from the dust, Cut Throat He loves them drugs and guns Jump in the cut, got about 20k and a gun (what?) Got a bottle of Adderall, cigarette butts, every day adds up Do I look like I give a f*ck? (no) Every day of every month (what?) Bloody knife serving them DA Death will be right in front of ya', yeah (what?) Still wouldn't recognize her (hold up) Got a death list That's somethin' still gotta catch this Plus, suck the dick quick, die bitch, die, bitch You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son Ay, you ever had to dig your own grave? Live your life with no name? Backwood full of romaine Okay '96 Benz with the cocaine paint, hoe High until my death, I got a propane tank low Gas seeping all over the house until my say-so Light the fucking match, let that tank blow So glad I stayed home Someone called the cops on the payphone Flames all around me, man I hope they fucking drown me Crown made of ashes, only way they fucking found me Forget about me, only way you might not feel so lousy Forget about me, on my own head out with the price, the bounty You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son In New Orleans, there were many bizarre things I always saw Growing up here, especially in the graveyards And as a child, I spent a lot of time in the graveyards And as an adult, I still spend a lot of time in the graveyards But as a child, it was a regular weekend thing to do I always needed to know why Uhm, sometimes my why's got me in trouble For my last trick, got 'em thinking I'm cut out for this rap shit Ay, you wanna keep going, or? (Nah, that's it) $uicide I'm fucking screamin' from the rooftop The only thing I ever did worth mentioning ever since $lick Burn me a CD of Lil Wayne, that shit probably still in my boombox But nowadays I keep walking to an establishment that selling myself on a fucking jukebox If I wanted to cop a black Countach Rob that shit like two blocks And then smash in the back of a new cop car now I think I'm on a two Yeah, just get a bunch of face tats It's gonna be cool (man, f*ck you) (Souncloud this, Soundcloud that) (Why you acting like such a bitch?) (Hey man, cut that shit off) (Hey man, you boys suck man, garbage, man) (F*ck the $uicideboy$) (You sound like a fucking generic Three 6, man) (I don't even got the hair growing in anyways, man) (Get the f*ck out of here, shitty-ass music) (f*ck you, little dumb bitch) (Change the station, you're fucking wack) (little whore) (Little whore) (you're way too fucking short, get the f*ck outta here) Yeah, still feel like I'm losing, ay Me and kin still feel like we losing, ay Ay, we still feel like we losing, ay, losing, losing I'm on the lean, yeah, that drank I'm on them bars, blowing thing I'm on a lot, amphetamines, got no time for sleep Lost in my thoughts, I don't know who a friend or who a enemy Nurtured and disturbed, down from head to toe Have feelings sometimes gotta let it go Plenty of days, thought shit was over Create a other movement, created other music Still feel like I'm losing","Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux" 230,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,230,"2020-11-30 12:28:05","Face It",1:52,"You say kill 'em I said I got 'em Lil Choppa Lil Murder Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Choppa with choppa stay loaded Bullet shells all on your floor Trying to get higher Ruby got fire I'm fucked up He fucked up Whole grey fucked up You done fucked up Passing that blunt Boy you know whats up Whats good my G Drunk driving but its just codeine Keeping that heat on my side Welcome to my, life everyday Life every night We all gon' die Prolly gon' fry F*ck being sober I stay high 40 oz got sipped Purple and yellow and red Only drink I mix Big bag of that dope Drink goin' down my throat Got your bitch beside my coffin Yeah I call her Juliet Told her not to weep Just make sure that you fix my fucking neck I'm out of breath from smoking blunts I'm too fucked up from sipping Tech Was I kissing on your bitch? Or did I kiss the fucking TEC? Paint me a new picture Picture that I pictured death Now my picture perfect moment stained with pieces of my head Hate all of this bullshit Man I hate all of this stress Imagine that The more press that we get the closer I can feel my death","Scott Arceneaux Jr., Aristos Petrou" 231,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,231,"2020-11-30 12:28:27","For the Last Time",2:36,"Stay in the cut on the Northside Hollowpoints, trigger fingers On my fucking .45 Demons rising out the crypt I snort me a fat line Never gave a f*ck Grew up out the mud Pull up, then I pop the trunk Grew up with the fucking robbers Always kept the mask on Motherfuckers gon' die if we take the mask off Suicide when I ride bitch $carecrow the walking shadow Mozart with no piano Kill when I'm Sleepy Hollow That mystic motherfucker that's addicted to prescriptions Xanax for the panic Mental problems you can add in Multi million owned business You just signed a deal, bruh? Three years passed, still broke And you ain't paid up Dollars I ain't touched yet Burn it for the f*ck of it Infamous lunatic You, you just suck dick Cut throat with the deathwish Raised where the savage lives Straight out the death pit To keep alive the triple six Ruby such a Misfit Hollywood Babylon can't resist it F*ck a cop bitch I'm ducking all these piglets 7th Ward be my motherfucking district Yeah, I still got my motherfucking wrist slit Bleeding like a pissed bitch Scheming I'ma hit licks after licking hits of acid in her fucking split lips Wig split just a fucking tidbit Dick itch from ingesting pill bits Blue bill sick of snorting powder I'ma ditch this hunnid for five twentys TSA keep testing my money Now I'ma dip quick Find me a thick bitch Tit gripped Tip gripped Dick spit in her thick hips F*ck F*ck with me, bitch, I'm a-fucking-ddicted And I don't really give a f*ck what it is Told you already that Ruby can't resist it Big clip to my head, watch that shit drip","Aristos Petrou" 232,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,232,"2020-11-30 12:28:40","Champion of Death",1:56,"Chump change boy, now you gotta hate boy Pull up the with the motherfucking AK boy Pull up like it's motherfucking game day boy Shoot 'em with the pistol shoot 'em point blank boy Chump change boy, now you gotta hate boy Pull up the with the motherfucking AK boy Pull up like it's motherfucking game day boy Shoot 'em with the pistol shoot 'em point blank boy Brought the poison You can bet your life on it Teeth got the ice on it Wrist still got the slice on me The walking stigma and Poltergeist Still feeling stuck every single night Dont give a f*ck if I live or die Surprised at this point that I have survived Pull up with a motherfucking AK tucked bitchboy good luck Yung plague got the blade hit the slay then we spray With the point forty-four five bitch its grey fifty-nine let the devil goin' ride Ain't nothing but a pussy if you goin' throw shade Fuckboy I'm hungry and you looking like steak Trigger finger itching and you looking like fake Trash done passed and you looking like waste Chump change boy, now you gotta hate boy Pull up the with the motherfucking AK boy Pull up like it's motherfucking game day boy Shoot 'em with the pistol shoot 'em point blank boy Chump change boy, now you gotta hate boy Pull up the with the motherfucking AK boy Pull up like it's motherfucking game day boy Shoot 'em with the pistol shoot 'em point blank boy Tonight we guaranteeing graves Tonight's the night we ride Tomorrow will never come here Tonight's the night we die Yesterday I met my death I think it's been a long time Stuck in limbo with my kin folk, give my life to suicide Yung plague with the masked face Bones will never break because I rape the souls of those who chose the wicked road I'm haunting the afraid No name on the grave just grey stains Spray painted slave to the great grey grave Lend me the help or send me to hell either way I know i'll die The G, the five the nine, it's suicide Chump change boy, now you gotta hate boy Pull up the with the motherfucking AK boy Pull up like it's motherfucking game day boy Shoot 'em with the pistol, shoot 'em point blank boy","Aristos Petros, Scott Arceneaux" 233,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,233,"2020-11-30 12:28:49","Memoirs of a Gorilla",2:02,"Serpents of Death crawling under your skin If I take a bet you can guess who gon' win I walk in the 'jects without no protection I function in hoods every city I'm in I'm that grey born gorilla out the concrete jungle Ducking from the dope 'cause I just shot a bundle Scarecrow make the chopper drum shots rumble Scarecrow got the dope game from my uncle Still prefer the drugs over bitches Better watch your side that you picking Snake start hissing Heads go missing Rest in piss to the ones I'm killing Chief Keef drilling Codeine spilling Blood on my linen from the cuts never healing Hot boys out the crypt with a mouth full of scripts Body bags zip when the gun hammer clip Ruby leveled up, Ruby leveled up Ruby gon' global Epidemic proportion I got the torch and now I'm lightin up gas on the porch Kick back, now I'm bored $lick asked for the short Flick ash for the sport Ruby wrestles several devils in the seventhth Ward But Ruby can't afford to move towards the hoard just yet Seventh Ward dragon with a fiery sword through the neck Engulfed in flames, engulfed in blood As it rains from the red heaven that Yung Plague has escaped levitate, over Lake Pontchartrain Set 'em straight No we are not the same Yeah it's hard to remain when you're self slain Yeah it's all that remains when you're self made Ruby 'bout to take a second breath Embrace yourself because all that remains is the blood stains","Aristos Petros, Scott Arceneaux" 234,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,234,"2020-11-30 12:29:01","Sleep Walk",2:31,"I be at the bottom of the ocean, on the floor I don't float, 'cause I'm wearing too much gold 'round my throat Look at me glow Can't even see out my eyes anymore Hood up, and I'm ready to go Slicin' my way, bitch, I'm icing my chain Let it cool off, because it just came out the flame Insane is the claim, and yeah, chaos the click Lay off my style, bitch, go lay in a ditch Catch me a fuckboy, and give him to $lick He's so used to this shit Yeah, he know a good spot Right around 666 o'clock, got another drop So I flock to the dock, tie a fucking knot Flyswat in your body rotting in the fuckin' yacht Got to mop up the slop, to get rid of the snow 'Cause that's what bring the cops Spraying that Tommy all over your cell And now $lick keep on asking me ""How do you spell, 'Welcome to Hell'?"" I told him, ""go kill yourself!"" Then I threw his body in the motherfucking swell (Then I threw his body in the motherfucking swell) Uh Yung Slenderman, get the cash when I can Got a pint for the low, and a bag of them xans Lo-fi shawty, come and die for me Shoot a motherfucker, I'm that Tommy-gripping Tony Yung Camcorder, I'm a internet explorer Die for fun, getting high off of torture $witchblade $crim, smokin' on hemp Every time I sold a bag, you know that motherfucker skimp Posted in the cut, hoe Smoke a hunnid blunts, hoe Very simple living, bitch Give a f*ck about gettin' rich When I didn't have plays you wasn't on my dick Now a playa gettin' big, you all on my shit Mark of Satan, triple six Getting dope sick when I don't have drugs Yung white boy with one gold slug Suicide dreams like Kurt Cobain When I teach a lesson, that Glock go bang No servin' a purpose Get pussy for free when I know that you purchase Bitch, I'm for certain Murk a motherfucker, now that's closed curtains","Scott Arceneaux, Aristos Petrou" 235,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,235,"2020-11-30 12:29:19",Torcher,1:46,"Living my life like I die every night, like I die every night Born in the dark, so don't turn on the lights, so don't turn on the lights I know that you waiting for me to wake up, for me to wake up But you wasting your time because I don't give a f*ck, 'Cause I don't give a f*ck Drugs in my vein, got that dope by the gram, dope by the gram Paranoid all the time, so the nine's in my hand, the nine in my hand They know suicide, I ain't gotta say a fucking thing, say a fucking thing Catch me on the other side where the mockingbird sings Where the mockingbird sing Hand out the grave no, bitch, it ain't a wave, bitch, it ain't a wave Give me some help, I been dying for days, I been dying for days Slittin' myself, bitch, I been dripping yep, bitch, I been dripping yep Melting away, no more need for a belt, no more need for a belt Hiding my eyes, but they never stay closed, but they never stay closed I need that belt again, it's for my throat, it's for my throat Light up the blunt, bitch, I want to breathe smoke, Bitch, I want to breathe smoke Haunting me, yeah, I'm surrounded by ghosts, I'm surrounded by ghosts","Scott Arceneaux, Aristos Petrou" 236,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,236,"2020-11-30 12:29:39","Low Key",2:02,"I got a drip, catch me duckin' All of these bitches ain't fucking me, no Can't hold a conversation with no one but my cousin He tell me, ""Don't worry, the money is comin' These bitches is coming"" Yeah The only question I got now Will I see it before I end up dug in the ground? Lay low at the bottom of a tulip bed They know Ruby got a lot of useless thread Cut me open, let me rest, there ain't nothin' in my chest A hollow cage that caused my death I'm hauled away, just pause my breath Woke up dope sick with a cut wrist Lil' bad bitch saying, ""Here's a plot twist"" When you cut it, you weren't even a little pissed Just a grin on your face, saying, ""Watch this!"" Now I'm sittin' back thinkin', ""How sick am I?"" But that went away the moment I got high I'm saying now, ""What it do, who are you? Get the f*ck out my living room Get the f*ck out my mental too What, bitch? You can't hear when I talk to you?"" Now I'm back to square one With my hand on the gun Mama screaming, ""Son Don't do it, I love you, don't do it, don't do it, don't do it"" I can't help this feeling Don't you see that I need all these prescriptions? This ain't no living It's only a vision of the vicious cycle that is my addiction","Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux" 237,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,237,"2020-11-30 12:29:47",Paris,1:51,"Ayy, ayy, ayy, tell me what you know 'Bout a motherfucker out the bottom, with a gold grill gleamin' Makin' all these hoes problems Stalker, creepin' out the fuckin' dungeon Switchblade on 'em, hit the guts like a pumpkin, dumpin' Thirty rounds of the clip, I'll rip Too thick with the stick, bet I won't miss Lil $lick real sick, don't talk shit Whip, whip, like a brick scale on fish $uicide, night time, no, we don't fight crime, oh It's the Grey*59 with the real red eyes, and we dying inside, ooh Bodies in fluoride, let the rope untie, just crucify me Yung Christ wrists sliced, couple hoes on ice, singing ""R.I.P"" Ruby was a motherfucking reject Then I cut my wrists, and now I motherfucking bleed checks Still broke After all the motherfucking weed gets rolled Hoes askin' if I see a ghost Tell 'em, ""No, I just seep smoke when the weed's blown"" She chokes from the deep-throat, three feet of rope, lethal Slay the fuckin' sheep, so evil I'ma hang myself, and then I get to see home Ruby a fucking demon, ayy, uh Ruby got a cult now, hoes tryna bolt down Ruby the result of a reject from a small town Turned into a demon, I'm evolved now Loud growl, $now Leopard on the prowl, ayy Stay the f*ck back, hoe Slay the whole pack, hoe Paint the globe black, hoe (ayy) Soon I will shed this skin, turn to the devil, then I'll never reminisce Aye","Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux" 238,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,238,"2020-11-30 12:30:08","The Road to Hell Is Highway 59",2:09,"Uh, bitch, I got ice on my wrist That's to stop to slice from swelling Bitch, I'll burn a fucking church and sell the ashes to the reverend Ask the weapon, ain't no stepping, ain't no climbing Bitch, I'm slidin', and I wreck it Curbs getting swerved over, bitch, I murder then repress it Life full of lessons and I didn't learn shit, so I burned the school too Got a sandbox full of ashes for the kids Catch me shining in the 'Llac, got a diamond painted black Frame intact, flame is back Get the f*ck up off the grid Hi, I want to die Blackout my eyes and crucify I find in Satan's eyes Carry my sixes around with pride Killer, killer, sweeping the bodies Tony the Tommy with grip on the shotty Low-life creeping and plotting Suboxone on me with a script of Neurotin Body numb, speaking in tongues Opium tar in my lungs Pistol-packing, skull cracking I'm that fucking gothic savage Vampire laced in satin Love to catch a fuckboy lacking Cadillac macking crackhead Tracking all who slacking, ratting Fucking with the evil ones straight from the crypt Drenched in the blood from the souls that I rip Creep through the darkness, I'm murdering bustas I'm hunting whatever's inside of my circuits I'm burning these bodies, I'm digging up graves Stuck in the place where Jesus won't save Triple 6, Satan's kids G to the 59 don't play shit Serial killers, we selling our souls Fuckin' with us and your body will fold Step in the shadow where nobody knows Begging for life but it's instantly cold Voices inside of my head Pitted for murder and blood to be shed Creep out the darkness, the devil once said If you fucking with him, then it's death to ya' head Murda","Aristos Petrou, Ivan Ramirez, Scott Arceneaux" 239,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,239,"2020-11-30 12:30:20","Cold Turkey",3:02,"Hot boy, BG (BG), that's the way these young niggas eat (eat) Drinking on syrup can't sleep (can't sleep) Drinking on syrup can't sleep (can't sleep) Hot boy, BG (BG), that's the way these young niggas eat (eat) Drinking on syrup can't sleep (can't sleep) Drinking on syrup can't sleep (can't sleep) Hot boy, BG (BG), that's the way these young niggas eat (eat) Drinking on syrup can't sleep (can't sleep) Drinking on syrup can't sleep (can't sleep) Every night I'm drinkin' on syrup, can't sleep Hi-Tech, promethazine, real cheap Codeine got me on the loc' in the creep Smoked out, riding with Uzi in the Jeep Buffet Boys with the $uicide, know that we druggin' Look at my face, bitch, I'm numb, can't feel nothing Stealing they place, and it got y'all all bugging You won't say no names, but who else you see bussing? Just me and my cousin, stay bustin' and cuttin' These motherfuckers only nuttin' and puffin' Let's see how it's jumping When we up in public, don't bring out the old me 'Cause then I'll start dumping, the blood will start gushing All because of yo' fronting 51-50, bitch, I don't do bluffing Hot boy, BG (BG), that's the way these young niggas eat (eat) Drinking on syrup can't sleep (can't sleep) Drinking on syrup can't sleep (can't sleep) Hot boy, BG (BG), that's the way these young niggas eat (eat) Drinking on syrup can't sleep (can't sleep) Drinking on syrup can't sleep (can't sleep) Before I hit the blunt, I gotta pop a couple Oxy Cherry flavor Coke, I flip the cap, and now I'm sloppy Copy-cat motherfucker looking like a pussy, I will f*ck you up, boy And your squad won't stop me! Aye Call me a snake in the wrong habitat Give me a name, I will swallow the rat whole Cold like the fucking polar icecaps In a black Cadillac, killing myself in the back Gaudy pack shawty smokin' blasts Toting bags full of masks Pop a tag off the motherfucking body bag Oddy have a problem, prolly never gonna solve 'em Spotted cat looking like a fallen angel with no halo Fuckboy funeral, bitch, I may go captain insane-o Side bitch and my enemy is the same hoe (Drinking on syrup can't sleep) Hot boy, BG (BG), that's the way these young niggas eat (eat) Drinking on syrup can't sleep (can't sleep) Drinking on syrup can't sleep (can't sleep) Hot boy, BG (BG), that's the way these young niggas eat (eat) Drinking on syrup can't sleep (can't sleep) Drinking on syrup can't sleep (can't sleep) Yuh, yuh Exuberant lunatics hop out the whip Like Young Thug and get through with it I dated your momma, sedated your father Then threw his body to the ocean, he sank to the bottom I ain't Lil Scrappy, but baby, you don't want no problems Who is that in the back of the Cadillac with the MAC? Cocked back, ready to bang into his own brain Triple $ be the set don't disrespect me Got hunnid more hoes just from this EP One shell to your back, you a ninja turtle Put your whole dead body in a fucking hurdle I don't want to, but if I have to I will hurt you And if my lil ass can't do it myself, my lil homie will murk you Your girl is my bitch, I know you smell the perfume, yuh","Aristos Petrou, Kevin Pouya, Scott Arceneaux" 240,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,240,"2020-11-30 12:30:24","Muddy Blunts",3:07,"Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout, shout Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout If smoking weed gets you high Then why not go down on a bitch when she's rollin' the pine? Push me into the pussy Not now, got a blunt to light I might wanna f*ck when the blunt is done Pumpin' the cunt, and I won't jump the gun Roll the whole O, hoe, then blow me slowly Gotta go when you done Grip as I double the cup, sip a puddle of mud Got one pint in my blood Twelve O's got me real fucked up Eyes roll back, I spill my drugs Homies roll me up, then smoke me in the blunt Bitch, I am nothing just ash in the cup Hard to lay back in this grave that I dug Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout I just fucked your bitch in some Nike flip flops Whipped the dope so hard until my fuckin' wrist locked I just got a bundle of the heron out the east Break it down and cut it, now I gotta quarter ki' Smokin' indo dope No, you can't hit this, hoe Cocaine chopping snow I got that drip goin' down my throat Always justify to get my urges satisfied So let me clarify Now, now, now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout, shout Yuh, well this is $outh $ide $uicide Buffet Boys, we worldwide Global 'till the day I die I love to see my bitches cry It gets me off Baby girl, you getting lost in the sauce I don't talk to nobody, I don't got a boss You saying you gon' shoot me You don't got the balls Or the guts to bust me in the temple Why these rappers so sentimental Wake up in the morning like what was I meant fo' All of these hoes be trifling All of them hoes is nymphos They can f*ck but don't give 'em my info, no Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout, shout","Scott Arceneaux Jr, Aristos Petrou, Kevin Pouya" 241,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,241,"2020-11-30 12:30:34","Runnin' Thru the 7th With My Woadies",3:26,"When you come home I'll stop this When you come home I'll stop this View from a balcony, pool lit up blue Lawn chairs next to the ice chest Stuffed two grams in the blunt that we just blew Now I'm getting blown by a bitch Who? I don't know her name Gold chain hangin', got a few in the room But I don't wear them out, only wear them in the house 'Cause I shine so bright, I don't wanna blind you Who knew Yung $now wouldn't melt in the summer? It's true Cold as a polar bear, chilling with Stunna and $lick I'm surrounded by tulips Got me 'bout two clips Got me 'bout two scripts filled up with Oxy Smoke hovers all around my fucking body I murdered this bitch named Oddy, yeah, I shot him $lick got the shovels, and we digging all night Pouya in the Caddy Told him, ""shine the light bright,"" 'cause I'm digging in darkness What was a good day has turned into the usual Back in all black like a funeral When you come home I'll stop this When you come home I'll stop this Runnin' from the cops through the motherfucking 7th Six bodies dropped, and nobody went to heaven Block stay hot when I'm creeping with the weapon Gotta keep the pills in me all because of my depression City of the crescent, riding with a Smith & Wesson Got a motherfucker guessing when I hit 'em with the blessing Two shots to the dome, six shots in the chrome All shot through your home, now that's a crime zone $-U-I-C-I-D-E $carecrow creepin' with Uzi Lucifer, please come save me, throw crucifixes at my feet Walking through the depths of hell Watching as the oceans swell Grey*59 that's Los Cartel Nothing but death in every cell When you come home I'll stop this When you come home I'll stop this Yuh, she too deep in the flask Drinking and thinking gonna lead to a bad decision Déjà vu, I've been through it with you Multiple times on many occasions Contemplating vacating without you, I doubt you the one I could be wrong, I could be sprung, I could be dumb I could be dumbfounded, well-rounded Plus the head game therapeutic She knew that she blew it like Nintendo, you heard me Some of y'all better curve me, my dick game army strong My only hope is my song go on for long This life ain't promised whether you accomplished What you think about inside of your apartment You working for nothing you worthless, bitch Yuh When you come home I'll stop this When you come home I'll stop this When you come home I'll stop this When you come home I'll stop this","Scott Arceneaux Jr, Aristos Petrou, Kevin Pouya" 242,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,242,"2020-11-30 12:30:56",Gluttony,3:37,"Devil's out tonight, I'm walking by his side So kiss yo' mama on the lips and softly say goodnight Another night, there's no light That's when I start creepin' like a hitman Scope my man, then I toss the dynamite Devil's out tonight, I'm walking by his side So kiss yo' mama on the lips and softly say goodnight Another night, there's no light That's when I start creepin' like a hitman Scope my man, then I toss the dynamite Devil's out tonight, I'm walking by his side So kiss yo' mama on the lips and softly say goodnight Grew up with them robbers Them shotters, them hot boys on the block I pop up with that nine millimeter, the heater Or the ether, for any fuckboy who want it Night or the morning At any moment I'm known to flash out with the eyes of Lucifer I'm Judas Plot with the red dot, hot with the six shot Rot in the same pot, opps gonna get dropped Docked in the same block, rocks all in my sock Stocked with the same Glock Mask on, pop, pop The devil all up in me when I murder with the semi Pull the trigger 'till it's empty, fuckboy, don't tempt me Fuckboys all envy *59 Another night, there's no light That's when I start creepin' like a hitman Scope my man, then I toss the dynamite Devil's out tonight, I'm walking by his side So kiss yo' mama on the lips and softly say goodnight Another night, there's no light That's when I start creepin' like a hitman Scope my man, then I toss the dynamite Devil's out tonight, I'm walking by his side So kiss yo' mama on the lips and softly say goodnight Pull up with the Glock cocked, aim it at my head Shot popped, now I'm dead, with a hole full of lead Yung $now got your hoe on a sled, gettin' head in slo-mo Siren sounds, here come the po-po Oh no, heard I got that work for the low-low Don't tell 'em shit, that's a no-no Three little pigs, I'm the big bad wolf Blood stained teeth, and I'm covered in wool Huff and I puff, on a blunt packed full Bricks ain't shit Hit a lick on a bitch Hold 'em up with the dick One shot in the mouth, now she starting to drool She blew me away, now my blood starts to pool Grade A death, like a shooting at a school Lay me to rest, I'm okay with no breath Ain't a fool, I ain't like the rest, bitch, I be hanging with ghouls Another night, there's no light That's when I start creepin' like a hitman Scope my man, then I toss the dynamite Devil's out tonight, I'm walking by his side So kiss yo' mama on the lips and softly say goodnight Another night, there's no light That's when I start creepin' like a hitman Scope my man, then I toss the dynamite Devil's out tonight, I'm walking by his side So kiss yo' mama on the lips and softly say goodnight Yuh, uh, everybody wanna be ya' homie When you got your life intact As I look around, I realize that all of my opinions turn to facts I'm burning bridges 'cause I won't communicate with a label that can't relate to me Myself and I, you gotta tell I can tell that you lie I need more bread, I'm not satisfied Satellite television is not enough I pack out these shows Got hoes waiting right by the bus Just to get a chance to lick my nuts $outh $ide $uicide, do or die, who am I? Got that .45 in my Levis I know this bitch wanna be mine Treat this bitch like a feline, yuh, aye Devil's out tonight, I'm walking by his side So kiss yo' mama on the lips and softly say goodnight","Scott Arceneaux Jr, Aristos Petrou, Kevin Pouya" 243,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,243,"2020-11-30 12:30:58","$outh $ide $uicide",2:49,"Outside in an all black ride, tint rolled up when I'm high Said they all wanna live, but I just wanna die Mo-motherfucker, if you're looking for me, find me in the night I got a knife, don't wanna fight I wanna take your fuckin' life, and end it right on sight When I strike, if you bark, better bite Block hot, f*ck the cops, pop a six-shot Glock Then I trot to the rocks, with me own blood clot Red-dot, bodies drop when I cock, then I spot No tomb, no plot, throw 'em off of the yacht Undocked with the slot of the skull Hangin' in the fucking river, ho $ui-$uicide, 666, 59, so cynical Got a pound in the blunt, I'm loungin' Pour another round, I'm drownin' Climb to the top, I'ma jump off the mountain, ayy Swervin', swervin' in a motherfuckin' all-white Crown Vic Blue lights mounted, siren howlin' Stole it from a cop, because he popped another brown kid, ayy Got the town lit up by the flame that I made from my grey serenade Make way for the Plague On the seventh day, grey bodies lay in they graves Still got the badge, still got the gun Still got the patch, still got the stun Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun Put the Glock to my skull then I Yuh, yuh, yuh $outh $ide $uicide, kill yourself, ho Say you gettin' money, but your numbers don't show You a liar, baseball bat fully wrapped in barbed wire For anyone that's tryna get by us I been thinkin' a lot I see these rappers tryna get at my spot Robb told me, ""You gotta get it how you live"" Told that bitch, ""you better get up out my biz"" Pickle-breath-ass ho with a face like thizz You don't want no issue with Nose seen more blow than most nose seen a tissue I got anxiety so I can't really do an interview Don't come close to me I'm not the one to really do it how it's supposed to be Independent, tell the label to get over me I'm over here with my peers gettin' rich point blank Before I bring her to the crew make sure that bitch don't stink Ain't no rules to the game, talk how you want Walk how you want, my job is the shit I used to clean up shit from the rim of the toilet Now I'm gettin' money, I don't gotta pack a pistola Okay, maybe, 'cause jealousy make a man go crazy Money make a motherfucker hate me One thousand bitches, they all wanna date me","Aristos Petrou, Kevin Pouya, Scott Arceneaux" 244,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,244,"2020-11-30 12:31:15","The Road to Hell Is Highway 59",2:09,"Uh, bitch, I got ice on my wrist That's to stop to slice from swelling Bitch, I'll burn a fucking church and sell the ashes to the reverend Ask the weapon, ain't no stepping, ain't no climbing Bitch, I'm slidin', and I wreck it Curbs getting swerved over, bitch, I murder then repress it Life full of lessons and I didn't learn shit, so I burned the school too Got a sandbox full of ashes for the kids Catch me shining in the 'Llac, got a diamond painted black Frame intact, flame is back Get the f*ck up off the grid Hi, I want to die Blackout my eyes and crucify I find in Satan's eyes Carry my sixes around with pride Killer, killer, sweeping the bodies Tony the Tommy with grip on the shotty Low-life creeping and plotting Suboxone on me with a script of Neurotin Body numb, speaking in tongues Opium tar in my lungs Pistol-packing, skull cracking I'm that fucking gothic savage Vampire laced in satin Love to catch a fuckboy lacking Cadillac macking crackhead Tracking all who slacking, ratting Fucking with the evil ones straight from the crypt Drenched in the blood from the souls that I rip Creep through the darkness, I'm murdering bustas I'm hunting whatever's inside of my circuits I'm burning these bodies, I'm digging up graves Stuck in the place where Jesus won't save Triple 6, Satan's kids G to the 59 don't play shit Serial killers, we selling our souls Fuckin' with us and your body will fold Step in the shadow where nobody knows Begging for life but it's instantly cold Voices inside of my head Pitted for murder and blood to be shed Creep out the darkness, the devil once said If you fucking with him, then it's death to ya' head Murda","Aristos Petrou, Ivan Ramirez, Scott Arceneaux" 245,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,245,"2020-11-30 12:31:32",Sarcophagus,3:07,"Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool Run your mouth, bitch, run your mouth Welcome to the devil's place Burning in eternal flames is where your body finna lay Baker with the double Glock, he screams He'll break your fuckin' face Triple six is what we're chanting while we're tearing up the place Run yo' mouth, bitch, run yo' mouth What the f*ck you talking 'bout? If you talking all that shit, then let me see what you about G 59 in that motherfucking place $UICIDEBOY$ and Ramirez taking over this bitch, mane Anna got me clicking, tripping, ripping on my fuckin' TEC If a busta' run his mouth, an' then I'm aiming at his chest Resurrected from the dead, Noob Saibot Hit him with a fatal shot Grip his heart and rip it out Look into the fuckin' darkness see the fuckin' black abyss Stare into the fuckin' shadows and begin to worship the six Talking to my demons inside of my fuckin' head Looking for the fuckin' bloodshed Murder is what they said Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool Point me a, point me a, point me a, point me a Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool Point me a tone, right, Point me a tone, right Point, point, point, point Point, point, point, point Point, point, point, point They recognize the Grey is twisted up with the six Keepin' the shit too thick, the $carecrow without a stitch Got to lay it down to drop a busta or a sucka Hail Satan, motherfuckers, keep the meanin' undercover Snatch a purse from your mother, put a bullet in your brother Ain't another motherfucker makes you suffer like I suffer, hoe 59 ways to murder all in one day The $uicide craze will have you going insane Stillness broken by reply And still, they be wondering why I'm constantly getting high And trying to just end my life With a swipe of a rusty blade with $lick engraved Tombstone without a name, I'm just another slave Point me a, point me a, point me a, point me a Point Motherfuckers want to talk shit Bark all you want, bitch I know you see the shark fins creeping in the darkness Now you nothing but an arm-less carcass Bugs start to harvest This was your fate regardless Targets think I'm harmless, but they end up on my carpet Threads turning scarlet, and so begins the carnage Find them in the garbage Carving in my name, I gotta say it's fucking tarnished Pull up with the motherfucking roof gone Been too long Wrote a blues song like Toussaint after Lucifer bought my soul Blood spilling out my head like it was Dom Perignon Long money in my palm Calm as the fucking storm before the crack of fucking dawn, hoe Point me a tone, right","Aristos Petrou, Ivan Ramirez, Scott Arceneaux" 246,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,246,"2020-11-30 12:32:07","Fuck a Hoe",3:12,"See a hoe See a, see a hoe See a hoe Break a hoe Break a hoe See a hoe, break a hoe See a hoe, see a hoe, break a hoe See a, see a hoe, see a hoe, break a hoe See a, see a hoe, see a hoe, break a hoe, break a hoe Pimp playa, hoe layer, money makin' bitch breaker See a, see a hoe, see a hoe, break a hoe Pimp playa, hoe layer, money makin' bitch breaker See a, see a, see a hoe, break a hoe Comin' up, straight up out that 59 It's that motherfucking Mack and Pimp Virgin Mary on my bezel, bitch, I'm so immaculate Beat a bitch and break a hoe, all up on the kitchen floor Hypnotized by the nine, psychopath in the night Ticky-ticky time, $uicide is bleedin' all through my eyes It's a sign that I might just run and take your life Every night my momma prayin', the devil, it got my soul Beat a bitch then I See a hoe, break a hoe See a, see a hoe, break a hoe See a, see a hoe, see a hoe, break a hoe See a, see a hoe, see a hoe, break a hoe, break a hoe Pimp playa, hoe layer, money makin' bitch breaker See a, see a hoe, see a hoe, break a hoe Pimp playa, hoe layer, money makin' bitch breaker See a, see a hoe, break a hoe (F*ck a bitch) F*ck a bitch, duck a hoe I don't need no pussy, all these chickens cluckin' Pluck a feather, bitch, you gon' push me to the edge Hedgin' bets, the leather belt is 'round my neck I ain't no rookie, bitch, they took me for a sucker Motherfuck a hoe She know that I'll never trust her, thinking I'ma pay the cover Bitch, I'm broke Makin' it snow, breakin' a hoe Faking a cold Taking a buck or two from all these hoes ""F*ck a hoe"" tatted all over my throat F*ck all these bitches, I'm not trying to smoke I know y'all trying to upload a picture with $now See a hoe, break a hoe See a hoe, see a hoe, break a hoe See a, see a hoe, see a hoe, break a hoe See a, see a hoe, see a hoe, break a hoe, break a hoe Pimp playa, hoe layer, money makin' bitch breaker See a, see a hoe, see a hoe, break a hoe Pimp playa, hoe layer, money makin' bitch breaker See a, see a hoe, see a hoe, break a hoe (Aye, yeah, aye) Mutilated bodies dancing with the fuckin' devil Raping bitches take 'em to the dungeon Grab the ligaments and start to sever Feel the pain of a Gucci blade running down your fucking spine And splittin' you in two, mane 1994 Kickin' in your door With them steel toes Hollow tips will turn your body cold Magnum .44 59 ways to make your body turn grey You fuckin' with the devil we possessin' bodies every day See a hoe, break a hoe See a hoe, see a hoe, break a hoe See a, see a hoe See a hoe, break a hoe See a, see a hoe, see a hoe, break a hoe, break a hoe","Scott Arceneaux Jr, Aristos Petrou" 247,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,247,"2020-11-30 12:32:24",G.R.E.Y.G.O.D.S.,2:34,"""When there is no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth"" We smoke off the ink We get blowed off the ink We get fucked up We takin' them hard pulls Where da bud at? Where da bud at? We smoke off the ink We get blowed off the ink We get fucked up We takin' them hard pulls Where da bud at? Sittin' in a circle as we're praying to the wicked one Flames arise, a busta cries, and everybody starts to run Lookin' at the devil in his eyes, don't be surprised Everybody in this bitch will die by the night Lightning strikes in front of my feet I believe I'm the demon that bleeds in the color of grey, aye Winter is coming, I summon the flames, aye Summer is gone, I'm no longer Yung Plague, aye Noose and a blade, aye Lucifer's slave, aye Choosin' the day I'll be loose in the grave, aye Slay the sheep that pull wool over my eyes Creep in the dark, I'm a shark in disguise Park it in drive, jump out the ride Crucify me on a spike I will die right by Lucifer's side Bodies in a pile about a mile down the road Got a while 'til it snows Black and white makes the color that I glow Grow in a hole until I become whole Shoot that bitch right in his neck like executing Clay Morrow Then I stumble and I walk to go and grab me a shovel Yung Jax Teller, and the concrete's my jungle Smuggle a fuckboy to sacrifice into rubble Tunnel vision to murder with grey walls cavin' in Crumble 'till I'm unheard of, the resurrection begins (Welcome to the land of 6,000 degrees Feel the ferocity of fire burnin' for eternity) We smoke off the ink We get blowed off the ink We get fucked up We takin' them hard pulls Where da bud at? Where da bud at? We smoke off the ink We get blowed off the ink We get fucked up We takin' them hard pulls","Aristos Petrou, Ivan Ramirez, Scott Arceneaux" 248,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,248,"2020-11-30 12:32:45",Dolemite,3:25,"How the f*ck you figure I ain't a motherfucking pimp When all these niggas be jocking me? How the f*ck you figure I ain't a motherfucking pimp When all these niggas be jocking me? How the f*ck you figure I ain't a motherfucking pimp When all these niggas be jocking me? How the f*ck you figure I ain't a motherfucking pimp When all these niggas be jocking me? How the f*ck you figure I ain't a motherfucking pimp When all these niggas be jocking me? How the f*ck you figure I ain't a motherfucking pimp When all these niggas be jocking me? How the f*ck you figure I ain't a motherfucking pimp When all these niggas be jocking me? How the f*ck you figure I ain't a motherfucking pimp When all these niggas be jocking me? Fannin' the flames to the third degree What you heard? 59 grey as concrete Slammin' a fuckboy's face on the curb Now he see what I mean when I say ""I beat the pussy"" Bitch, I got a fucking pentagram displayed on my hoodie Spit 666, crammin' the 'gar with some good weed Light up the blunt I'm a misfit split between resisting existence and what I could be Oddy Nuff been up for centuries, probably should sleep All part of God's plan Got a heap of sheep that I slaughtered on my land, uh Three shovels in the dirt, six unmarked graves result of the blade Got a noose 'round my neck as I rest in the shade as I fade away The devil is pullin' my leg, uh How the f*ck you figure I ain't a motherfucking pimp When all these niggas be jocking me? How the f*ck you figure I ain't a motherfucking pimp When all these niggas be jocking me? How the f*ck you figure I ain't a motherfucking pimp When all these niggas be jocking me? How the f*ck you figure I ain't a motherfucking pimp When all these niggas be jocking me? How the f*ck you figure I ain't a motherfucking pimp When all these niggas be jocking me? How the f*ck you figure I ain't a motherfucking pimp When all these niggas be jocking me? (I) crawlin' up in the streets, I lay my head in ditches (I) rollin' a swisher sweet with codeine in the kitchen (You) never gone f*ck with me, my level's too exquisite (You) just a snitch, I know you pillow-talk with bitches (Me) love to creep the night with murder in my sight (Me) love to ease the knife inside a pussy's life (I'm) just a psycho with a fucked up life Cock that bitch one time, and then I take my fucking life How the f*ck you figure I ain't a motherfucking pimp When all these niggas be jocking me? How the f*ck you figure I ain't a motherfucking pimp When all these niggas be jocking me? How the f*ck you figure I ain't a motherfucking pimp When all these niggas be jocking me? How the f*ck you figure I ain't a motherfucking pimp When all these niggas be jocking me? How the f*ck you figure I ain't a motherfucking pimp When all these niggas be jocking me? How the f*ck you figure I ain't a motherfucking pimp When all these niggas be jocking me? I need a bitch to worship the devil with me Talk to my demons and bring murder sprees Creep through the dark As we howl to the moon Ending my life and the souls I consume Codeine in my cup Twisting it up Fucking a devilish slut Slits to my wrist and I'm ending my life Cocking my gat and I'm ending it twice Dancing in a pentagram Thinking bout my evil ways Listen to the mind of a psycho mane 2-11, 187, break yo'self or go to heaven I don't give a f*ck cause it's all the same Blood running down my face Murder was the case Slick motherfucker leaving no trace Quiet, Nimble, 6 is the symbol Welcome to the place where the wicked ones stay How the f*ck you figure I ain't a motherfucking pimp When all these niggas be jocking me? How the f*ck you figure I ain't a motherfucking pimp When all these niggas be jocking me?","Aristos Petrou, Ivan Ramirez, Scott Arceneaux" 249,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,249,"2020-11-30 12:33:09","6 6 6 F O R E V E R",2:23,"Posted with the set Cutting checks Getting bitches wet Posted with the set Cutting checks Getting bitches wet Posted with the set Cutting checks Getting bitches wet Posted with the set Cutting checks Getting bitches wet Posted with the set Cutting checks Getting bitches wet Posted with the set Cutting checks Getting bitches wet Posted with the set Cutting checks Getting bitches wet Posted with the set Cutting checks Getting bitches wet Roaming creeping through the night Bumpin' on that Tommy Wright Grippin' on my fucking knife and end this motherfuckers life You fucking with G 59 now hoe Go and get yo' crucifix $uicideboy$ and Ramirez all up in this bitch Welcome to the depths of hell We burnin' them busters and bringing them down Walk through the fields, I'm makin' no sound Casting these spells all my demons around Eatin' yo flesh Step in the darkness and ending your quest You begging for life But death is the best Fucking with me Then I murder the rest, bitch Me just creeping through the night looking for a sacrifice Murderous killer, drug dealer's how I'ma live my life Oh no, that nine blow and it bust your brains I just wanna die slow and feel all the pain Standing by the liquor store selling some cocaine I'm posting in the underworld soaking in the cold rain Brutal destruction is coming, no running I'm gunning to aim at your face People don't like me but it is okay Because I do not give a f*ck about anything The infamous cannibal chewing these snitches In the name of Jesus I'm through with these bitches Yeah, I'm through with these bitches Grey skies turn black now I seek 9 lives Swerving in the 'Lac Bitch, I seep fine wine G 59 where the beast's signs fine Glock cocked Got shot man at least nine times I'm fine, light pine My spine is damaged I can barely walk, barely talk but I'll manage Bitch I got the devil on my side Get on my level, pedal to the metal Yellow in my eyes Hell is in my sight F*ck boys I be rolling over like a dead body Found in the middle of the night Glowing bright Growing spikes Bitch I need a kennel just close it tight Shoveling dirt bitch I'm covered in burns with a smirk on my face Dumped in the flood and got blood on the pumpkin The Jack-o-Lantern fucking stuffed with some brains I'm insane with no chain The person you used to be now is a stain, f*ck boy","Aristos Petrou, Ivan Ramirez, Scott Arceneaux" 250,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,250,"2020-11-30 12:33:48","$outh $ide $uicide",2:49,"Outside in an all black ride, tint rolled up when I'm high Said they all wanna live, but I just wanna die Mo-motherfucker, if you're looking for me, find me in the night I got a knife, don't wanna fight I wanna take your fuckin' life, and end it right on sight When I strike, if you bark, better bite Block hot, f*ck the cops, pop a six-shot Glock Then I trot to the rocks, with me own blood clot Red-dot, bodies drop when I cock, then I spot No tomb, no plot, throw 'em off of the yacht Undocked with the slot of the skull Hangin' in the fucking river, ho $ui-$uicide, 666, 59, so cynical Got a pound in the blunt, I'm loungin' Pour another round, I'm drownin' Climb to the top, I'ma jump off the mountain, ayy Swervin', swervin' in a motherfuckin' all-white Crown Vic Blue lights mounted, siren howlin' Stole it from a cop, because he popped another brown kid, ayy Got the town lit up by the flame that I made from my grey serenade Make way for the Plague On the seventh day, grey bodies lay in they graves Still got the badge, still got the gun Still got the patch, still got the stun Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun Put the Glock to my skull then I Yuh, yuh, yuh $outh $ide $uicide, kill yourself, ho Say you gettin' money, but your numbers don't show You a liar, baseball bat fully wrapped in barbed wire For anyone that's tryna get by us I been thinkin' a lot I see these rappers tryna get at my spot Robb told me, ""You gotta get it how you live"" Told that bitch, ""you better get up out my biz"" Pickle-breath-ass ho with a face like thizz You don't want no issue with Nose seen more blow than most nose seen a tissue I got anxiety so I can't really do an interview Don't come close to me I'm not the one to really do it how it's supposed to be Independent, tell the label to get over me I'm over here with my peers gettin' rich point blank Before I bring her to the crew make sure that bitch don't stink Ain't no rules to the game, talk how you want Walk how you want, my job is the shit I used to clean up shit from the rim of the toilet Now I'm gettin' money, I don't gotta pack a pistola Okay, maybe, 'cause jealousy make a man go crazy Money make a motherfucker hate me One thousand bitches, they all wanna date me","Aristos Petrou, Kevin Pouya, Scott Arceneaux" 251,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,251,"2020-11-30 12:34:24","My Scars Are Like Evidence Being Mailed to the Judge",2:03,"Eternal rest The bloody mess Keeping the motherfucking devil hot Satanic mentality Happily making the bodies drop I'm on the block Circling cops Ready for their demise Screams resonate through the night, so I can't close my eyes Hard to swallow when the hollows enter through your throat Lately, I wallow in my sorrow 'cause I cannot cope The dope, the coke, the drank, the lean, the pills, the X, the smoke The rope to choke the pain away I'm broken 'til I croak, hoe Baby, baby Baby, let me get the keys to the Rover truck Baby, let me get the weed, there's more for us When these sucka's leave, yeah we can smoke a blunt and f*ck I bust a nut, and now it's time to get the f*ck up out my crib Yeah, here's a couple bucks Bitch, I'm Oddy Nuff Creeping out the cut Blood seeping out my cut with the shotty 'cause You might escape the Tommy gun because I'm busy puffing blunts But soon enough, you'll come back round You screaming, ""Lock me up! Please! Box me up!"" I got you sucka' Start a flame and turn your body into dust Smoke your body in the blunt Copy us, I'll light it up","Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux, Seth Haley" 252,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,252,"2020-11-30 12:34:39","Durango '95 (A Real Horror Show)",2:45,"Where you gonna go? Where you gonna run? Where you gonna hide? Nowhere, 'cause there's no one like you left! That's right Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit Glocks popping, bustas dropping Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit Glocks popping, bustas dropping Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks (ah!) Glocks popping, bustas (Sui) dropping (Sui) niggas duckin' from this shit Evil spirits takin' over, now they runnin' through my head Telling me, ""grip that fucking gun"" Telling me, ""pop that fucking lead"" It's a bird, it's a plane, no, it's Satan in the flesh I'm that dead motherfucker steady smoking on that death Satanic holy ghost Snort that holy dope Infrared scope with that dot right on your throat I'm that scarecrow in the corner, welcome to my crucifixion Graveyard living, murder itchin', don't be superstitious Demons got my back, I don't even fight it now Black magic, voodoo power Suicide's exciting, now see? Glocks popping, bustas dropping Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit Glocks popping, bustas dropping Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks F*ck rap, and f*ck a rapper Lets put 'em all in a fucking hole I'd rather take a nap after I turn a blunt to ash Creeping cracker on the chronic, feelin' like a velociraptor Pull pullin' off the patch, but I ain't takin' off the fucking mask Heard 'em gasp, closed their mouth with the fucking gat's blast Can't rap about a fine dime's ass no more G 59 where the beast's signs fine F*ck a feast, I'm fine dying Life gave me lemons, but I want a fucking lime Ain't got the time to die tryin' Bitch, I know I'll die alone Either in a ditch or on a throne Either way, in a pit I'm being thrown Everything is nothing, and I'm fucking decomposed Glocks popping, bustas dropping Niggas duckin' from this shit Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit Glocks popping, bustas dropping Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit Glocks popping, bustas dropping, dropping, dropping","Scott Arceneaux, Aristos Petrou" 253,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,253,"2020-11-30 12:34:53","Smoked Out, Loced Out",4:33,"Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking budda bless Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking budda bless Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking budda bless Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking budda bless Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking budda bless Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking budda bless Uzi be, Uzi be, Uzi be rolling the blunt up with the motherfucking stanky sess Put that pistol to my chest (Bud smoke is like a killer) I'm gone, up off that ganja Like f*ck your drama Indo blunts all on my fingers I got that Nina North Korea, if I see you Chief the reefer, jeepers creepers, I'm the reaper Up off that sack, I got that pack That indo blow, the china snow Ain't got no hope, pass me a rope, and slit my throat Bitch, I'm the devil Welcome to Hades Maybe I'm crazy, always blazing Always sipping, codeine addicted Come meet the Millers, ain't got no filter, the shapeshifter, It's Bud smoke is like a killer, bud smoke is like a killer Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking budda bless Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking budda bless Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking budda bless Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking budda bless Fucking Oddy got a lil fucking Versace Rolling the dope, and I'm blowing the smoke Yeah, it got me feeling kind of disembodied This bitch is acting sloppy No, this shit don't fucking shock me anymore Poured the hoe, and four for the low Told her I wanted to get blown, so she sucked my dick But I was talking 'bout the blunt I had already lit Stupid ass bitch Getting blown, while I'm getting blown I can't complain Eyes redder than the cherry in my fucking name Smoked out, Loced out Choked out in the grow house 'til my brain is stained Burning Buddha flesh What's left of the sess gets left for the next sesh Smokin' to my death, no breath in my chest Just leftover smoke seeping out of my vest F*ck the government Come and catch me the blunt is lit F*ck jail, bitch, shoot me now, bitch I want to be surrounded by clouds and the fiery flames to lighten the pounds Bitch Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking budda bless Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking budda bless Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking budda bless Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking budda bless I stay smoking heavy green I stay with that sack on me These hoes steady jockin' me Dirty money, keep a lot on me Bitch, I didn't win no lottery But nigga know I keep a lot of tree Professional with the pottery Got bad hipster hoes rolling up for me Swear they can't get enough of me Watching Netflix while we smoke a G That's how the pimps do still got hoes on D Hitting my bong, I pull on her thong Stay with the grass just like a front yard Tipping the lean, I mix it with bars Yellow Xanax, that shit look like Bart Kush in my wood It smell like some fart Shoutout my hood It's close to my heart Fucking with me I'll rip out your heart Creep in the dark G from the start Smoking in public just watch for the cops They know I got grams all up in my sock They all on my cock, headed to the top Won't ever stop, bitch Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking budda bless Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking budda bless Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking buddha bless Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking buddha bless","Scott Arceneaux, Aristos Petrou" 254,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,254,"2020-11-30 12:35:03",Flodgin',2:31,"Pistol to the head, of these niggas that be acting fake Pistol to the head, of these niggas that be acting fake Pistol to the head, of these niggas that be acting fake Pistol to the head, of these niggas that be acting fake Pistol to the head, of these niggas that be acting fake Pistol to the head, of these niggas that be acting fake I want a supersized suicide Slick, he told me, ""do or die"" I did it, now I'm dead Didn't even have to use any lead Now my bed is soaked in blood, red stuff seeping out my head 'Cause I was thinking how I never have cheddar to shred Grey 59 put slime in your fine dime Met her in person, she better in bed Grabbed my sweater and left Guess I spread her to death No more breath in her chest Just the sweat on her breasts Body stuffed in the trunk of my 'Vette Oddy Nuff got the shotty tucked up under his head Sloppy cuts on my neck Copycats try to copy cuts Now they dead G 59, we tryna die Fucking shine because the flame keep burning bright Throw that body in the pile, and call it a night Pistol to the head, of these niggas that be acting fake Pistol to the head, of these niggas that be acting fake Pistol to the head, of these niggas that be acting fake Pistol to the head, of these niggas that be acting fake Pistol to the head, of these niggas that be acting fake SAMCRO with the blade, get a mayhem vote Funny how the shade's never thrown when you broke Taking dope to the face, then I turn to a ghost The haters, the bitches, they come by the dozen The lyin', the snitchin', I'm never gonna f*ck with them Pussy, you smell, like your homies been fucking you Run up, get done up I'm dreaming about cutting you It's the Yung Scarecrow with the ink on my body Got Oddy right behind me, and he gripping that Tommy I got the shotty, and I'm aiming right to your fucking dome Invasions in your home Hope you live alone No, I can't be fucking with no motherfucking flodgers That junkie motherfucker got prescriptions like a doctor Take 100 blunts to my motherfuckin' face Pistol to the head of these bitches that be actin fake Pistol to the head, of these niggas that be acting fake Pistol to the head, of these niggas that be acting fake Pistol to the head, of these niggas that be acting fake Pistol to the head, of these niggas that be acting fake Pistol to the head, of these niggas that be acting fake","Scott Arceneaux, Aristos Petrou" 255,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,255,"2020-11-30 12:35:19","Limp Wrist",2:42,"Close your eyes and count to seven, when you wake you'll be in heaven Jack be nimble, get jacked so quick Jack with a Jason mask on that bitch Terrifying these niggas souls, 666 we like that shit see Jack be nimble, get jacked so quick Jack with a Jason mask on that bitch Terrifying these niggas souls, 666 we like that shit see Jack be nimble, get jacked so quick Jack with a Jason mask on that bitch Terrifying these niggas souls, 666 we like that shit see Jack be nimble, get jacked so quick Jack with a Jason mask on that bitch Terrifying these niggas souls, 666 we like that shit see Jack be nimble, get jacked so quick Jack with a Jason mask on that bitch Terrifying these niggas souls, 666 we like that shit see 666 we like that shit Roll that bud, and light that spliff Cock it back one time, I bust F*ck all these bitches, no hoes I trust Bitch, I got that devil in me Murderous, I like them semi's Heard of us? We smoke like chimneys Sipping codeine, ain't got no kidneys Running this shit with some blood on my feet $uicide bitch, ain't no hoe up in me Step on my scene, I'ma put you to sleep They treat me like Jesus, they bow down to me It's that phonky flowing, mystic blowing Junkie, selling, robbing, killing Bodies stacking to the fucking ceiling Weapon on me, ain't no concealing Jack be nimble, get jacked so quick Jack with a Jason mask on that bitch Terrifying these niggas souls, 666 we like that shit see Jack be nimble, get jacked so quick Jack with a Jason mask on that bitch Terrifying these niggas souls, 666 we like that shit see Jack be nimble, get jacked so quick Jack with a Jason mask on that bitch Terrifying these niggas souls, 666 we like that shit see Jack be nimble, get jacked so quick Jack with a Jason mask on that bitch Terrifying these niggas souls, 666 we like that shit see Jack be nimble, get jacked so quick Jack with a Jason mask on that bitch Terrifying these niggas souls, 666 we like that Pulling, pulling, pulling a name out the flame Call me Yung Plague Slitting my wrist with a blade I'm insane Murder my style You don't like it? Too bad because I'm killing myself anyway Got that rope around my neck, now I'm ready to hang Keep on holding that TEC I'm that target to spray Got an ocean of roaches and locusts approaching I'm hoping they don't think I'm Moses I'm sending them all to their graves Slitting 666 in my limp wrist, bitch Slitting 666 in my limp wrist, bitch Slitting 666 in my limp wrist, bitch Slitting 666 in my limp wrist, bitch","Scott Arceneaux, Aristos Petrou" 256,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,256,"2020-11-30 12:35:21","Sleep Walk",2:32,"I be at the bottom of the ocean, on the floor I don't float, 'cause I'm wearing too much gold 'round my throat Look at me glow Can't even see out my eyes anymore Hood up, and I'm ready to go Slicin' my way, bitch, I'm icing my chain Let it cool off, because it just came out the flame Insane is the claim, and yeah, chaos the click Lay off my style, bitch, go lay in a ditch Catch me a fuckboy, and give him to $lick He's so used to this shit Yeah, he know a good spot Right around 666 o'clock, got another drop So I flock to the dock, tie a fucking knot Flyswat in your body rotting in the fuckin' yacht Got to mop up the slop, to get rid of the snow 'Cause that's what bring the cops Spraying that Tommy all over your cell And now $lick keep on asking me ""How do you spell, 'Welcome to Hell'?"" I told him, ""go kill yourself!"" Then I threw his body in the motherfucking swell (Then I threw his body in the motherfucking swell) Uh Yung Slenderman, get the cash when I can Got a pint for the low, and a bag of them xans Lo-fi shawty, come and die for me Shoot a motherfucker, I'm that Tommy-gripping Tony Yung Camcorder, I'm a internet explorer Die for fun, getting high off of torture $witchblade $crim, smokin' on hemp Every time I sold a bag, you know that motherfucker skimp Posted in the cut, hoe Smoke a hunnid blunts, hoe Very simple living, bitch Give a f*ck about gettin' rich When I didn't have plays you wasn't on my dick Now a playa gettin' big, you all on my shit Mark of Satan, triple six Getting dope sick when I don't have drugs Yung white boy with one gold slug Suicide dreams like Kurt Cobain When I teach a lesson, that Glock go bang No servin' a purpose Get pussy for free when I know that you purchase Bitch, I'm for certain Murk a motherfucker, now that's closed curtains","Scott Arceneaux, Aristos Petrou" 257,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,257,"2020-11-30 12:36:15",Torcher,1:47,"Living my life like I die every night, like I die every night Born in the dark, so don't turn on the lights, so don't turn on the lights I know that you waiting for me to wake up, for me to wake up But you wasting your time because I don't give a f*ck, 'Cause I don't give a f*ck Drugs in my vein, got that dope by the gram, dope by the gram Paranoid all the time, so the nine's in my hand, the nine in my hand They know suicide, I ain't gotta say a fucking thing, say a fucking thing Catch me on the other side where the mockingbird sings Where the mockingbird sing Hand out the grave no, bitch, it ain't a wave, bitch, it ain't a wave Give me some help, I been dying for days, I been dying for days Slittin' myself, bitch, I been dripping yep, bitch, I been dripping yep Melting away, no more need for a belt, no more need for a belt Hiding my eyes, but they never stay closed, but they never stay closed I need that belt again, it's for my throat, it's for my throat Light up the blunt, bitch, I want to breathe smoke, Bitch, I want to breathe smoke Haunting me, yeah, I'm surrounded by ghosts, I'm surrounded by ghosts","Scott Arceneaux, Aristos Petrou" 258,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,258,"2020-11-30 12:36:35","Kill Yourself, Pt. 3",2:25,"It's not fair, I found love It made me say to get back You'll never see daylight If I'm not strong, it just might It's not fair, I found love It made me say to get back You'll never see daylight If I'm not strong, it just might They figure me a dead motherfucker But I'm just a motherfucker that want to be dead $now Leopard with the lead in his head, turning me into a sweater Bitches use me as their fucking bedspread I be the silhouette of a sunset Smoke a cigarette while I compress my depression Stare into the violet fluorescent lights, makes me violent I'm trying to get the highest I can get before I overdose and die My ribs are nothing but an empty cage Black hole in my chest, big bang, Yung Plague on the tip of a wave In my head, I feel like I'm a guest, so I'ma throw it all away Because when I am dead I will be nothing decomposing in a grave I'm matter, but I don't matter I can feel my skull shatter from the dull chatter Brain splattered on the wall Grey stains won't dissolve, gonna have to paint it all It's not fair, I found love It made me say to get back You'll never see daylight If I'm not strong, it just might Always boasting my emotions on how I'm so fucking broken Think I'm joking when I'm talking about blowing my head open 'Til the moment you walk in, and find my body motionless Wrists slit Thoughts of $licky falling in an open pit, shit Always burn my bridges 'cause I'd rather fall in ditches If life's a game of inches, then my dick has been the biggest And my goal's to f*ck the world until that motherfucker's twitching Lane switchin' Same mission, to die and blame my addiction, bitch It's not fair, I found love It made me say to get back You'll never see daylight If I'm not strong, it just might","Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux" 259,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,259,"2020-11-30 12:36:42",Paris,1:51,"Ayy, ayy, ayy, tell me what you know 'Bout a motherfucker out the bottom, with a gold grill gleamin' Makin' all these hoes problems Stalker, creepin' out the fuckin' dungeon Switchblade on 'em, hit the guts like a pumpkin, dumpin' Thirty rounds of the clip, I'll rip Too thick with the stick, bet I won't miss Lil $lick real sick, don't talk shit Whip, whip, like a brick scale on fish $uicide, night time, no, we don't fight crime, oh It's the Grey*59 with the real red eyes, and we dying inside, ooh Bodies in fluoride, let the rope untie, just crucify me Yung Christ wrists sliced, couple hoes on ice, singing ""R.I.P"" Ruby was a motherfucking reject Then I cut my wrists, and now I motherfucking bleed checks Still broke After all the motherfucking weed gets rolled Hoes askin' if I see a ghost Tell 'em, ""No, I just seep smoke when the weed's blown"" She chokes from the deep-throat, three feet of rope, lethal Slay the fuckin' sheep, so evil I'ma hang myself, and then I get to see home Ruby a fucking demon, ayy, uh Ruby got a cult now, hoes tryna bolt down Ruby the result of a reject from a small town Turned into a demon, I'm evolved now Loud growl, $now Leopard on the prowl, ayy Stay the f*ck back, hoe Slay the whole pack, hoe Paint the globe black, hoe (ayy) Soon I will shed this skin, turn to the devil, then I'll never reminisce Aye","Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux" 260,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,260,"2020-11-30 12:37:04","Low Key",2:02,"I got a drip, catch me duckin' All of these bitches ain't fucking me, no Can't hold a conversation with no one but my cousin He tell me, ""Don't worry, the money is comin' These bitches is coming"" Yeah The only question I got now Will I see it before I end up dug in the ground? Lay low at the bottom of a tulip bed They know Ruby got a lot of useless thread Cut me open, let me rest, there ain't nothin' in my chest A hollow cage that caused my death I'm hauled away, just pause my breath Woke up dope sick with a cut wrist Lil' bad bitch saying, ""Here's a plot twist"" When you cut it, you weren't even a little pissed Just a grin on your face, saying, ""Watch this!"" Now I'm sittin' back thinkin', ""How sick am I?"" But that went away the moment I got high I'm saying now, ""What it do, who are you? Get the f*ck out my living room Get the f*ck out my mental too What, bitch? You can't hear when I talk to you?"" Now I'm back to square one With my hand on the gun Mama screaming, ""Son Don't do it, I love you, don't do it, don't do it, don't do it"" I can't help this feeling Don't you see that I need all these prescriptions? This ain't no living It's only a vision of the vicious cycle that is my addiction","Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux" 261,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,261,"2020-11-30 12:37:11","Aliens Are Ghosts",2:14,"""Parsed out on this rippity-dippity-rippity-dippity-rippity-dippity triplet flows The $UICIDEBOY$ formula is pretty obvious at this point Whether it'd be because you've heard some of the duo's previous EP's Or you're familiar with the classic Hip-Hop albums That the duo pretty much used as inspir-"" Swervin' 7th Ward (7th Ward, 7th Ward) (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) 7th Ward 7th Ward swerving, white Benz, wheels turnin' Rose gold chrome accent on the rims, picture perfect No destination, let's just wait and see where we end up Burnin' zones, burnin' up the ozone, Backwood stay tightly tucked Bitch look at me, she said ""Yuck!"" ""What the f*ck?"" Hoe, I'm Oddy Nuff I don't f*ck with lifeforms from this planet, bitch, you out of luck I got better shit to do, like sip the lines up in my cup I ain't sharing, pint stay tucked Waste my whole life hunting ducks ""The flows on this thing generally are pretty tight It seems almost as if there is a slightly larger focus on hooks with this project, too (norf, norf) Some of which really pop, like on the track 'Nicotine Patches' (norf, norf) One day I'll forget their name!"" I be that rotten garbage crawlin' out the ditch, stitches for a snitch Bodies in the fridge, blade scraping Grey aping, banging on my fucking chest Feel the static, problematic, be my motherfucking guest Yung Christ, masked up for a poltergeist Feel like I'm stuck in a vice, feel like I been paid my price My wrists have been sliced Now I'm scarred from the blade that's pressed against my skin Lifeless and I'm stuck up in this shit The walking Mortal Sin, whose lives will never end F*ck ""But simultaneously There are spots on this album where the lyrics Can come off a bit too edgy or try-hard Or basic, maybe even juvenile Especially on the track 'Mr. Nice Guy'""","Aristos Petrou, Reid Stefan, Scott Arceneaux, Travis Barker" 262,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,262,"2020-11-30 12:37:30",Magazine,2:11,"Suicidal holocaust For the dead I shed a tear Cut f*ck boys from ear to ear You never see me creeping near Suicidal holocaust For the dead I shed a tear Cut f*ck boys from ear to ear You never see me creeping near Suicidal holocaust For the dead I shed a tear Cut f*ck boys from ear to ear You never see me creeping near Suicidal holocaust For the dead I shed a tear Cut f*ck boys from ear to ear You never see me creeping near I come through with helicopters Bookoo blades and hella choppers Looking like the dawn of Vietnam Ruby crashing on the lawn Who the f*ck else dare to stop us? Bitch come through Blue veins turn into new stains One of the original seven like Liu Kang Slit the wrist of the six No one left but me, bitch The 7th Ward Lord got a new name But Ruby does not exist due to a personality split One half devil, other half got zipped Now who the f*ck else wanna talk shit? Now who the f*ck else wanna get ripped? Now who the f*ck else think I'm a bitch? Come take a fucking sit I swear to no God you'll end up in a crypt Snappin' like necks from that bank on the west Kurt Cobain veins, opium in my chest Escaped out the psych ward now I'm on a murder spree Voices inside of me won't let me go to sleep Drowning in sleeping pills covered in ashes Riding down Paris this life never mattered Ready to die bitch, I'm ready to die I pull on this trigger got blood on my satin F*ck is he okay? No, I'm just the same Deranged out the gate, it's always been my fate Lil $licky ride the pain Ruby pumpin' shotty, Crucified in Tommy Yung Christ risen out the concrete Suicidal holocaust For the dead I shed a tear Cut f*ck boys from ear to ear You never see me creeping near Suicidal holocaust For the dead I shed a tear Cut f*ck boys from ear to ear","Aristos Petros, Scott Arceneaux" 263,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,263,"2020-11-30 12:37:35","MEGA ZEPH",1:42,"(I am no) Hot boy off the north with the tats on his face Run, run, run, find a place where you safe Far from grace In my maze where I play Pray on your faith when they claim that they saved Laugh in your face Tryna jump home boy? You might want to refrain Keys to the gate Talking hell, little bitch, and you ain't gonna escape Hold up Jump out with the Glock cocked Going non-stop Aim the red dot Shoot a motherfucker dead where he laying Ain't stopping until the gun lock Motherfucker out my box Head been knocked by the worst kind Gorilla from the 59 I'm a psycho Check my bloodline (Wait) All of these bitches afraid of me And all of these fuckboys, they hate on me So just to sum it up Basically, I really couldn't give less of a f*ck I'm from the era of terror The product of financial pressure Social conformity Religious error Mention the devil They'll f*ck off forever The new millennium brought nothing better I wanna see blood stains, blood stains, on the grill of the Mustang, Mustang Couple pills just to numb the pain (Six, six) Six roads, one way Flames arise Burned my eyes I'm late for judgement day","Scott Arceneaux, Aristos Petrou" 264,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,264,"2020-11-30 12:37:53","Individuality Was So Last Year",2:36,"Took one to the dome, home alone I can't turn a stone without some bones creeping up out of my clothes Jonesing, fiending, itching, shaking, mentally unstable, no cable Just some white noise inside my head And that ain't no wrap sheet, but what I regret instead Days of me and cherry working out the motherfucking shed to get up out of my toxic bed Forsaken the first born And watch the rest fall at glance Wishes of me changing my past, never had a fighting chance Leave me alone Leave me alone Leave me alone (When I die I want a mural painted of me) leave me alone, ay When I die I want a mural painted of me If I'm lucky, they'll pick a building that's really fucking ugly Paint me puking, pain't me fucking, paint a halo right above me Even if they tear the building down, yung plague will be scattered around Let out the hounds while I'm stepping in your fucking town Always surrounded by the fucking walking dead of clout Tryna catch a breath Always trying not to fucking drown Ashes to ashes I'll turn to dust before I join the crowd Leave me alone Leave me alone Leave me alone (when I die I want a mural painted of me) Leave me alone, ay Leave me alone Leave me alone Leave me alone (when I die I want a mural painted of me) (Leave me alone)","Travis Barker, James Christian Shaffer, Scott Arceneaux Jr., Aristos Petrou" 265,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,265,"2020-11-30 12:38:01","Sour Grapes",2:32,"Lasting longer than a prison sentence Oddy Nuff stay reinventing Reinvented demon presence Now my presence deemed offensive Pull up in front the entrance screaming, ""Someone grant my death wish!"" I don't get this fucking life Bitches make my head itch Haven't slept a wink all fucking night Trying to win by losing twice I can't pick one soothing vice 'cause I'm a heathen hooked for life Refuse advice, choose suicide Grey 59 is you and I We must stay unified We've always been the losing side Lucifer coming straight out of hell Slow down Slickity Sloth that butterfly turning back to a moth Woah now Stay depressed suicidal Homicidal and such So f*ck off and don't ask me about no fucking drugs Who else wouldn't try to numb up? F*ck rap, f*ck money F*ck all your companies Take the strap, reload (reload) Now death is my company No more people who judging me Old fake ass industry Now peace is my company Slick Sloth is six feet deep","Travis Barker, Scott Arceneaux Jr., Aristos Petrou" 266,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,266,"2020-11-30 12:38:08","Killing 2 Birds With 22 Stones",2:23,"Hey kids, let's go to church! (Yay!) No more false idols Revolt revolt revolt No more false idols For we are the ones, they are afraid Remain in the earth, dirt Filling' up my Hearse When I die, bury me like ten more feet beneath So if I come back from the dead I'll be trapped, and you'll get to keep the peace Leave me be or just please leave me deceased Screaming, ""I want to be free and released!"" Screaming, ""I want to be free of defeat!"" Lace up my cleats and I fucking retreat I really could use some more of that sleep But I'll sleep when I'm dead in a bed with the tags on my feet At least let me wear my FTP's The evidence right next to me Chalk outline, the rest we'll see He's dead so let's just let him be Release the fucking doves, and I'll shoot them one by one! Scarecrow and Ruby da Cherry Hover around us like the dying and buried Release the fucking doves, and I'll shoot them one by one! All of these crows and all of these vultures Doves do cry when you die Release the fucking doves, and I'll shoot them one by one! Scarecrow and Ruby da Cherry Hover around us like the dying and buried Release the fucking doves, and I'll shoot them one by one! All of these crows and all of these vultures Doves do cry when you die Riding on the Northside, yeah, the far side Hit the 7th Ward Might get frostbite On the day I die, leave me be in the sunlight Let the vultures feast on what's left of mine Almost lost my mind, but let me come back down to earth This the year of my rebirth Pop right back out of a Hearse Right before I hit the dirt Watch me burn What is left of me then watch the crows burst Ain't no church in the wild, but my church six feet in the dirt Release the fucking doves, and I'll shoot them one by one! Scarecrow and Ruby da Cherry Hover around us like the dying and buried Release the fucking doves, and I'll shoot them one by one! All of these crows and all of these vultures Doves do cry when you die Release the fucking doves, and I'll shoot them one by one! Scarecrow and Ruby da Cherry Hover around us like the dying and buried Release the fucking doves, and I'll shoot them one by one! All of these crows and all of these vultures Doves do cry when you die","Aristos Petrou, Matthew Malpass, Scott Arceneaux, Travis Barker" 267,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,267,"2020-11-30 12:38:10","...And To Those I Love, Thanks For Sticking Around",2:49,"Take me home Take me home It's the one place I can rest in peace Turn off my phone So many messages I wish I could just delete Questioning my existence Questioning my decisions Burning down all the bridges Dig a moat Now I'm finished Sorry don't want you to visit, no, no One last pic and I'll be gone Make it count Put the flash on Never really felt like I belonged So I'll be on my way And I won't be long I'll be dead by dawn I'll be dead by dawn I'll be dead by dawn I'll be dead by dawn Scrolling through my texts Shit I left unread Never tryna deal with it There's bliss up in my ignorance 10 dope dealers Ex want me to see her Can't trust her Don't believe her Reply turn into a needle, yeah Don't wanna do it again Got shit I'm not tryna relive Head fucked up and I'm sick These old habits will kill me quick Quicker than I can blink Quicker than I can think Lift me up Don't want sink Pour me up I need a drink What the f*ck do I do when sabotage is all I know? Oh, I done dug myself my own grave in this hole, oh no, whoa Kill me slow, slow Curtains close slow F*ck, I don't see what's the point of going on, no","Aristos Petrou, Scott Arcenaux" 268,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,268,"2020-11-30 12:38:34","Fuck Your Culture",1:42,"Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out (ooh, ooh) Coming in this bitch, I'm blooding, gunning, running with the devils, man Triple the six up, I f*ck my bitch up, flipping crucifixes, man Spawn of Satan ridin' with a couple weapons on 'em 2-11, tossed from Heaven, junkie creepin' out a coma Tell me how you want it, demons clinching on my heart, boy Creepin' in the 7th, down that motherfucker Saint Bernard Overdosed on heroin, too much Xanny, God can't stand me F*ck the standard, f*ck your culture, motherfuck a fuckin' a Grammy Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out (ay, let me go, let me go) Glock tight, smoked out There's a dozen rotten bouquets, on top of the two graves I'm diggin' 'til I've dug 'em, one for me and one for you baby Totaled the new Mercedes, so I copped another Benz Trappin' like a chew baby Unsheathe the blue blade and place it right beside your neck Hol' up, what the f*ck you know of? Rollin' the wool over the wolf and facing facts sober These last few months, bitch, I never left the sofa Patiently waiting, the venom is fading, yeah, I'm a king cobra Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Tight, smoked out Glock, smoked out Tight, smoked Glock tight, smoked out Tight, smoked out Glock, smoked out Tight, smoked out","Scott Arceneaux, Aristos Petrou" 269,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,269,"2020-11-30 12:39:05","Scope Set",1:59,"So come and get some 187 invitation You just talk a lot of shit but shit don't impress me So come and get some 187 invitation You just talk a lot of shit but shit don't impress me F*ck it how you, um F*ck it how you, um F*ck it how you want it, it's the psychopath I'm killin' everything around me, f*ck the aftermath Bloodbath on my hands, slaughter, red dead I'm here motherfucker standin' right up on the ledge Bring the chaos, let me slay 'em I'm goin' crazy, off the radar, the angel slayer F*ck your prayer, knee deep in my sin, where do I begin? Gripping on the Glock, lookin' for a fuckin' end Bitch, I got a brain hemorrhage, losin' my shit The motherfuckin' terrorist, I'm killin' every bitch F*ck your motherfuckin' feelings, I could give a f*ck Ruby right behind me, wanna test your luck? AK, AR, nine millimeter .22 Ruger, plenty ways to die, see ya Shoot, shoot, shoot to kill Aim for me, fulfill your thrill Pop my head, let my brains spill, send chills down my spine Papa Pine is killed Ruby da Cherry, now Ruby da Juice Everyday loosen the screw Choose to do what I do This life that I lose one day, it's proof it's true (yeah, yeah, yeah) Refuse to use the shit you say is fuckin' cool (yeah, yeah, yeah) Tryna find my way feels like a fuckin' Rubik's cube What the f*ck is new, what the f*ck is new? Snakes tryna wear Gucci shoes, what a view? Bit off more than you could chew, that was fuckin' rude Tryna get that face tattoo removed but you doomed So come and get some 187 invitation You just talk a lot of shit but shit don't impress me So come and get some 187 invitation You just talk a lot of shit but shit don't impress me","Scott Arceneaux, Aristos Petrou" 270,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,270,"2020-11-30 12:40:01","What The Fuck Is Happening",1:46,"Ruby da fucking Cherry, bitch Yeah, I'm a dime a dozen All of a sudden me and my cousin rich from pressing buttons Lost in the sauce Yeah, I need a fucking compass Digging out all these industry plants Their roots were covered in fungus She asked if she could blow me I said ""bitch, I ain't no trumpet"" She then called me her husband I said ""No, bitch, we just fucking"" This ain't for discussion Mixed the Sprite up with some Tussin F*ck it I bought steel-toed boots It's time to kick the bucket Pull up on a f*ck boy Get down Off my meds right now Room full of bottles I might drown Sedated I'm going crazy Devil riding with me Chops out Lurking from the gutter Demons is my brothers Blue pills up my nose OP's in some foil Mouth dripping with oil Watch me fade to black behind the marijuana smoke Separate color greys But we all come from the same cloak Screaming ""bloody murder"" Doing dirt with my kinfolk, ay","Scott Arceneaux, Aristos Petrou" 271,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,271,"2020-11-30 12:40:03","That Just Isn't Empirically Possible",2:04,"It's lonely at the top All of my enemies have been defeated The crown has been sitting on my head for too long It's starting to give me these legions Don't follow the crowd The crowd is misleading Stay solo Surrounded by all of my demons Licking my wounds as they deepen Constantly feeding them all of my secrets 007, I got the golden gun I got the golden I'm busting Open up the door I'm at my breaking point I cannot take this shit no more I'm ready to fucking explode Open up Knock knock Here comes the Glock cocked 9 milli, pop pop pop Oh no Making a mess My aim ain't the best I guess I should clean this all up and go home Percocet, Roxycodone, with some Xanax that I had crushed up in some dust (huh) Elevated to another dimension so I got a limp in my strut (f*ck) I do not care to be here or be there In the mean time, it seems that I'm stuck (huh) Swerving and crashing That dying little bastard Yung Christ, you address me as such (what) Crazy little demon They wave when they see me Face tatted from ear to ear, yeah Northside boy with a Glock sized toy If I cock it there's going to be tears here Manic depressive When life is in session, I hide in a room that's as dark as me Dollar sign, B And it's still F-T-P Fucking G-R-E-Y 'til I R-I-P","Scott Arceneaux, Aristos Petrou" 272,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,272,"2020-11-30 12:40:21","Putrid Pride",1:47,"Northside shorty pull up in a drop top 3 AM with the night back drop Popping on pills like I pop cough drops Multi-millionaire all from my laptop Slob on my knob until your jaw lock Came a long way from rocks in my sock Moon walk on the block While I'm sipping on Wok Took a whole year off and we still on top Still the same boy that came from Jeffer Street, yeah (came from Jeffer Street) Still the best friend that the devil keep, yeah (that the devil keep) Always burning up Triple six degrees (triple six degrees) Lock Scarecrow in hell and throw away the key, yeah As the years go by Another day closer to death Time is ticking Hurry As the years go by Another day closer to death Time is ticking Hurry As the years go by Another day closer to death Time is ticking Hurry As the years go by All the things that you were gonna do You never did 'em Now you're wondering how come they never listen whenever you're talking Look who the f*ck just walked in Time to clear the air F*ck that I'll be coughing 'til my coffin And in my coffin I won't toss and turn Instead I'll rest I've earned some sleep Let me dream up sheep Release me into the deep Cover up my head with the sheet As the years go by The same f*ck girls will be fucking the same f*ck boys As the years go by The same heroes you once had have been reduced to a toy As the years go by The drugs used to be fun Now, they've become a problem As the years go by Before your life even begun Now, it's coming undone Tic Toc Tic Toc Tic Toc Tic Toc Tic Toc Tic Toc Tic Toc Tic Toc","Scott Arceneaux, Aristos Petrou" 273,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,273,"2020-11-30 12:40:29","[whispers indistinctly]",2:45,"The f*ck I need with life? (What the f*ck?!) Life is what needed me They looking around for who? Who the f*ck wanna save me? Yung Christ been dodging death Dodging death done became my thing Take my chances with the Glock Cock it back and let Nina sing Looking out my window Feel my pulse going down Been mixing chemicals trying to find a compound I don't wanna feel a thing Give me the drugs numb the pain Get away F*ck out my face You wanna switch? Well here's my place Bitch you can take it How the f*ck does it look from my view? Tell me what you thinking It ain't all that it seems when you got to face it huh? Save lives daily but I can't save me, nah All that glitters ain't gold Ain't that the saying? F*ck Ay, ay, ay, ay Catch me at the cemetery visiting my enemies Gripping the machete Glistening it's rinsed and ready Reflecting wishes of death If mine is selected tonight, I know the devil's sweating ""You have until I count to seven to escape"" he threatened Please bury me Under the cherry tree Standing on the floor of my grave pissing on my destiny Rejecting death Gasp for breath My existence they'll be questioning Ruby back from the dead and better than ever Yeah, I guess we'll see Panoramic views of me whipping the Panamera is infinitely better than me dead and gone On Nutella interior leather Chain still swangin' Only now it makes my neck hurt Rain or shine Grey 59 can measure up in any weather","Scott Arceneaux, Aristos Petrou" 274,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,274,"2020-11-30 12:40:46",nothingleftnothingleft,1:40,"Suicide, suicide, let's all commit suicide End the human race just like the dinosaurs, I can't decide Would you rather drink the punch or do you want to burn alive? No salvation, salutations, nothing left after we die (Feed me with your hate) Yeah, now that's a fucking start (Stab me in the skull) Make sure that the blade is sharp (Put my body in a ditch) Let the larva eat my heart (Infest my dead body) Let it rip my flesh apart War Power Sickness Death Famine Terror Toxic Sex Hate Fear Greed Stress Fire Ashes Nothing Left Spit in my face Kick me when I'm down Leave me to drown, lords of the underground Trash my brain Bash in my skull Pass me the gun I'll make you void and null Nails in my hand Nails in my feet Crucify me Crucify me Penetrate my ribs with the blade Call on the greys Then let us pray War Power Sickness Death Famine Terror Toxic Sex Hate Fear Greed Stress Fire Ashes Nothing Left War Power Sickness Death Famine Terror Toxic Sex Hate Fear Greed Stress Fire Ashes Nothing Left Nothing Left Nothing Left Nothing Left Nothing Left","Travis Barker, Scott Arceneaux Jr., Aristos Petrou" 275,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,275,"2020-11-30 12:41:01","One Last Look At The Damage",1:38,"Play me some of that suicide pimpin', man It's the most wanted Most hated Most haunted Boys that paid the cost Slowly dying but I'm flossing Looking good, ain't he? Boy bounced back from the dead My business still shady I still tip toe on the ledge That shit ain't ever changing I take my chance riding dirty while speeding Lane swangin' I fucking made it to 30 without my neck breaking My gun that's holding a 30 that got his legs shaking Meanwhile his girl in the room with my picture masturbating (ooh, ooh) Yeah, slowly crawling out the dirt When it comes to death I like to flirt My hills have eyes and a smirk My cuz got blues and he got that syrup, boy If I keep it up, all these 30s are gonna kill me before thirty Another day wasted up my nose and it's still early Don't you worry I'm always in a hurry, so I copped a foreign coupe Slidin' around town until I gotta pull up to the court at noon Snort another blue Now I'm feeling sorta blue Nothing new One of the chosen few The rest of y'all give him some room It's best if y'all didn't assume that he is destined for imminent doom Unless he is ready to get in the tomb Ruby such a bum but he make it look good Trunk in the front Yeah, that's what's under the hood Talking' all this shit, man, I wish y'all really would Another million plays, man, I wish y'all really could","Scott Arceneaux, Aristos Petrou" 276,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,276,"2020-11-30 12:41:21","I Wanna Be Romanticized",2:14,"Booked a first-class flight Fly me anywhere Making sure it's somewhere far away Awake me when we land I never thought that I would be a millionaire Never in my life On the verge of suicide I told the world it's you or I I have two sides One that wants to see you all thrive And one that wants to see you die Fancy cars and fancy homes Wrecked and abandoned Now you're regretting that loan Money on my mind I lost track of time Tried to spend it all in one night Now I'm broke until I've died Came home late night, yeah Huggin' on my parents tight Told me that they missed me Followed by another fight, wait Facebook, 'Gram likes ""How you doin' on the mic? How you doin' on the road?"" I ain't tryna tour no more Fucking all these hoes only left me with a bigger hole Popping pills every night Rotten on the inside Pain covered red eyes Don't know how to get by All they see is dollar signs (All they see is dollar signs) Scott done got itemized Manifested suicide","Scott Arceneaux, Aristos Petrou" 277,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,277,"2020-11-30 12:41:23","Mount Sinai",2:25,"Joe smoking motherfucker Don't come around me with no vape Got your bitch under the covers sucking on me like a bae It's the hero of the dark but I don't ever wear a cape Take a Bic and then I spark until the blunt evaporates There ain't no debating $uicide Two deep when I ride Ruby getting high off of the pills that I supply Just cruising by on flat tires in an '06 Chevy Looking like I'm Bloody Mary sipping codeine and berry I'm Donnie Darko when I spark up and I'm creeping like Frank Raising that choppa right at your face then after that I go blank 'Cause $lickity of the hinges, with syringes shooting up my veins Rather be left alone I don't care to know your name hoe Pull up in a Lamborghini just so you can see me Swerve into a telephone pole, my skeleton broke Pirellis smoke and burn Put my ashes in a blunt and light the front Your vision's blurred You might just learn how Ruby da Cherry has seen the world Watch me flex like I'm in the next life Bitch I was next in line for heaven but then I ingested a double cup full of that fucking insecticide Insects inside my dead body Ironically, after Oddy was identified possibly Gotta be specified 'cause the weather was intensified Dragging the lake They made a mistake because Yung Plague was recognized The sun turned black The sky replaced by the face with giant reddened eyes Christ cannot compare He cannot say we breaking bread and wine $uicideboy$ can relate to the revelations because we dead inside","Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux" 278,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,278,"2020-11-30 12:41:34","What The Fuck Is Happening",1:46,"Ruby da fucking Cherry, bitch Yeah, I'm a dime a dozen All of a sudden me and my cousin rich from pressing buttons Lost in the sauce Yeah, I need a fucking compass Digging out all these industry plants Their roots were covered in fungus She asked if she could blow me I said ""bitch, I ain't no trumpet"" She then called me her husband I said ""No, bitch, we just fucking"" This ain't for discussion Mixed the Sprite up with some Tussin F*ck it I bought steel-toed boots It's time to kick the bucket Pull up on a f*ck boy Get down Off my meds right now Room full of bottles I might drown Sedated I'm going crazy Devil riding with me Chops out Lurking from the gutter Demons is my brothers Blue pills up my nose OP's in some foil Mouth dripping with oil Watch me fade to black behind the marijuana smoke Separate color greys But we all come from the same cloak Screaming ""bloody murder"" Doing dirt with my kinfolk, ay","Scott Arceneaux, Aristos Petrou" 279,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,279,"2020-11-30 12:41:51","That Just Isn't Empirically Possible",2:04,"It's lonely at the top All of my enemies have been defeated The crown has been sitting on my head for too long It's starting to give me these legions Don't follow the crowd The crowd is misleading Stay solo Surrounded by all of my demons Licking my wounds as they deepen Constantly feeding them all of my secrets 007, I got the golden gun I got the golden I'm busting Open up the door I'm at my breaking point I cannot take this shit no more I'm ready to fucking explode Open up Knock knock Here comes the Glock cocked 9 milli, pop pop pop Oh no Making a mess My aim ain't the best I guess I should clean this all up and go home Percocet, Roxycodone, with some Xanax that I had crushed up in some dust (huh) Elevated to another dimension so I got a limp in my strut (f*ck) I do not care to be here or be there In the mean time, it seems that I'm stuck (huh) Swerving and crashing That dying little bastard Yung Christ, you address me as such (what) Crazy little demon They wave when they see me Face tatted from ear to ear, yeah Northside boy with a Glock sized toy If I cock it there's going to be tears here Manic depressive When life is in session, I hide in a room that's as dark as me Dollar sign, B And it's still F-T-P Fucking G-R-E-Y 'til I R-I-P","Scott Arceneaux, Aristos Petrou" 280,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,280,"2020-11-30 12:42:00","Kill Yourself, Pt. 3",2:25,"It's not fair, I found love It made me say to get back You'll never see daylight If I'm not strong, it just might It's not fair, I found love It made me say to get back You'll never see daylight If I'm not strong, it just might They figure me a dead motherfucker But I'm just a motherfucker that want to be dead $now Leopard with the lead in his head, turning me into a sweater Bitches use me as their fucking bedspread I be the silhouette of a sunset Smoke a cigarette while I compress my depression Stare into the violet fluorescent lights, makes me violent I'm trying to get the highest I can get before I overdose and die My ribs are nothing but an empty cage Black hole in my chest, big bang, Yung Plague on the tip of a wave In my head, I feel like I'm a guest, so I'ma throw it all away Because when I am dead I will be nothing decomposing in a grave I'm matter, but I don't matter I can feel my skull shatter from the dull chatter Brain splattered on the wall Grey stains won't dissolve, gonna have to paint it all It's not fair, I found love It made me say to get back You'll never see daylight If I'm not strong, it just might Always boasting my emotions on how I'm so fucking broken Think I'm joking when I'm talking about blowing my head open 'Til the moment you walk in, and find my body motionless Wrists slit Thoughts of $licky falling in an open pit, shit Always burn my bridges 'cause I'd rather fall in ditches If life's a game of inches, then my dick has been the biggest And my goal's to f*ck the world until that motherfucker's twitching Lane switchin' Same mission, to die and blame my addiction, bitch It's not fair, I found love It made me say to get back You'll never see daylight If I'm not strong, it just might","Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux" 281,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,281,"2020-11-30 12:42:17","That Just Isn't Empirically Possible",2:04,"It's lonely at the top All of my enemies have been defeated The crown has been sitting on my head for too long It's starting to give me these legions Don't follow the crowd The crowd is misleading Stay solo Surrounded by all of my demons Licking my wounds as they deepen Constantly feeding them all of my secrets 007, I got the golden gun I got the golden I'm busting Open up the door I'm at my breaking point I cannot take this shit no more I'm ready to fucking explode Open up Knock knock Here comes the Glock cocked 9 milli, pop pop pop Oh no Making a mess My aim ain't the best I guess I should clean this all up and go home Percocet, Roxycodone, with some Xanax that I had crushed up in some dust (huh) Elevated to another dimension so I got a limp in my strut (f*ck) I do not care to be here or be there In the mean time, it seems that I'm stuck (huh) Swerving and crashing That dying little bastard Yung Christ, you address me as such (what) Crazy little demon They wave when they see me Face tatted from ear to ear, yeah Northside boy with a Glock sized toy If I cock it there's going to be tears here Manic depressive When life is in session, I hide in a room that's as dark as me Dollar sign, B And it's still F-T-P Fucking G-R-E-Y 'til I R-I-P","Scott Arceneaux, Aristos Petrou" 282,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,282,"2020-11-30 12:42:20","What The Fuck Is Happening",1:46,"Ruby da fucking Cherry, bitch Yeah, I'm a dime a dozen All of a sudden me and my cousin rich from pressing buttons Lost in the sauce Yeah, I need a fucking compass Digging out all these industry plants Their roots were covered in fungus She asked if she could blow me I said ""bitch, I ain't no trumpet"" She then called me her husband I said ""No, bitch, we just fucking"" This ain't for discussion Mixed the Sprite up with some Tussin F*ck it I bought steel-toed boots It's time to kick the bucket Pull up on a f*ck boy Get down Off my meds right now Room full of bottles I might drown Sedated I'm going crazy Devil riding with me Chops out Lurking from the gutter Demons is my brothers Blue pills up my nose OP's in some foil Mouth dripping with oil Watch me fade to black behind the marijuana smoke Separate color greys But we all come from the same cloak Screaming ""bloody murder"" Doing dirt with my kinfolk, ay","Scott Arceneaux, Aristos Petrou" 283,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,283,"2020-11-30 12:43:02","MEGA ZEPH",1:42,"(I am no) Hot boy off the north with the tats on his face Run, run, run, find a place where you safe Far from grace In my maze where I play Pray on your faith when they claim that they saved Laugh in your face Tryna jump home boy? You might want to refrain Keys to the gate Talking hell, little bitch, and you ain't gonna escape Hold up Jump out with the Glock cocked Going non-stop Aim the red dot Shoot a motherfucker dead where he laying Ain't stopping until the gun lock Motherfucker out my box Head been knocked by the worst kind Gorilla from the 59 I'm a psycho Check my bloodline (Wait) All of these bitches afraid of me And all of these fuckboys, they hate on me So just to sum it up Basically, I really couldn't give less of a f*ck I'm from the era of terror The product of financial pressure Social conformity Religious error Mention the devil They'll f*ck off forever The new millennium brought nothing better I wanna see blood stains, blood stains, on the grill of the Mustang, Mustang Couple pills just to numb the pain (Six, six) Six roads, one way Flames arise Burned my eyes I'm late for judgement day","Scott Arceneaux, Aristos Petrou" 284,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,284,"2020-11-30 12:43:05","JOAN OF ARC",2:25,"Ay, yes, ay, yah, ay, ay Fatality Tell me that she wanna ride me through the night then call me back I like how she riding 'cause she take that shit all in that back I got bands in my pants and I'm dancing I'm like man, you a fan, why you snapping? By the place, so I'm like baby, you my novocaine I don't even know you, swear to god, bitch, how you know my name? I'm like damn, why you mad? I'm the god, nigga I'm so sorry, check that shawty, she's a gold digger I don't give a f*ck, never cleaning up Bitch my blood is mud, never clean it up Enter the chamber of love, set it on fire and run Bitch, I'm a sub when it come to the drugs I was sent here to get fucked up and then die You don't want me bitch and if you say you do then you lyin' I ain't a socialite, I'm staying home tonight Maybe another line, shawty give me dome I'm high Never thinking with a sober mind So I might guess that she left me for the same reason she loved me Sold her fucking those and now she don't trust me Slapped me across my face, she say Ruby you disgusting Baby girl, I got money, ain't no need for discussing Told me never call her back and I don't think she bluffin' Tell me that she wanna ride me through the night then call me back I like how she riding 'cause she take that shit all in that back I got bands in my pants and I'm dancing I'm like man, you a fan, why you snapping? By the place, so I'm like baby, you my novocaine I don't even know you, swear to god, bitch, how you know my name? I'm like damn, why you mad? I'm the god nigga? I'm so sorry, check that shawty Yuh, yuh, cradle to the grey, I cradle in my grave Flick your ash, brain on drugs, I can't get no peace of mind I can't lie it fucking hurts, I was designed to shine Now I'm popping bars, 'til my brain fogs, drop like a phone line Don't speak, we just squeeze, bitch on her knees I might put my mind at ease, begging to god I don't believe Give me relief, on this grief No sleep, I can't eat Light getting dimmer and dimmer Call me selfish, blow my brains out now I'm gone forever","Shermar Paul, Scott Arcenaux, Aristos Petrou" 285,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,285,"2020-11-30 12:43:27","Aliens Are Ghosts",2:13,"""Parsed out on this rippity-dippity-rippity-dippity-rippity-dippity triplet flows The $UICIDEBOY$ formula is pretty obvious at this point Whether it'd be because you've heard some of the duo's previous EP's Or you're familiar with the classic Hip-Hop albums That the duo pretty much used as inspir-"" Swervin' 7th Ward (7th Ward, 7th Ward) (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) 7th Ward 7th Ward swerving, white Benz, wheels turnin' Rose gold chrome accent on the rims, picture perfect No destination, let's just wait and see where we end up Burnin' zones, burnin' up the ozone, Backwood stay tightly tucked Bitch look at me, she said ""Yuck!"" ""What the f*ck?"" Hoe, I'm Oddy Nuff I don't f*ck with lifeforms from this planet, bitch, you out of luck I got better shit to do, like sip the lines up in my cup I ain't sharing, pint stay tucked Waste my whole life hunting ducks ""The flows on this thing generally are pretty tight It seems almost as if there is a slightly larger focus on hooks with this project, too (norf, norf) Some of which really pop, like on the track 'Nicotine Patches' (norf, norf) One day I'll forget their name!"" I be that rotten garbage crawlin' out the ditch, stitches for a snitch Bodies in the fridge, blade scraping Grey aping, banging on my fucking chest Feel the static, problematic, be my motherfucking guest Yung Christ, masked up for a poltergeist Feel like I'm stuck in a vice, feel like I been paid my price My wrists have been sliced Now I'm scarred from the blade that's pressed against my skin Lifeless and I'm stuck up in this shit The walking Mortal Sin, whose lives will never end F*ck ""But simultaneously There are spots on this album where the lyrics Can come off a bit too edgy or try-hard Or basic, maybe even juvenile Especially on the track 'Mr. Nice Guy'""","Aristos Petrou, Reid Stefan, Scott Arceneaux, Travis Barker" 286,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,286,"2020-11-30 12:43:34","All Dogs Go To Heaven",2:34,"Leave them all burning Triple six degrees Heard they started hating Wanna murder thee Yung Christ turned to Satan Bless the devilish Nowadays I get my joy from fucking chasing death Mama raised a savage knew I wasn't average Pops seen me coming up He knew I had the package Let the ,40 kick Drum roll with the sticks Hands will f*ck your jaw Know who you fucking with? Get the copper popping Chopper, Dalai Lama Feel like Silk the Shocker I'm a fucking problem Streets call me doctor Screw them then I chop them Two cups, bottle filled with drugs Liver on the rotten Ruger, chopper, Draco Cult around me Waco, yeah Violence getting louder Projects getting wilder, yeah When I'm off a Xan, I'm quick to shoot the thang Ain't a clock to see there ain't no time for a game F*ck 'em all Shoot them, leave them in the yard Got a bunch of youngins around me Take the charge F*ck 'em all Shoot them, leave them in the yard Got a bunch of youngins around me Take the charge, ay Yeah, we all the same but we separated by commas Yeah, we all the same until we all destroyed by comets Alien invasion better run home to your mama Ruby ain't the problem solver I'm the cause of all your problems Bitch, I'm in Nevada A 51s I got 'em Snorting blue sand with my cosmic ensemble I don't give a f*ck if they're pressed I still bought 'em Falling down like autumn Call him duck boy Watch him waddle Full throttle when I empty out the bottle When I empty out this clip that's full of fucking hollows You'll be lying horizontal looking like a model Scope is never toggled I was aiming for your nostril Now, I'm aiming at your bitch's tonsils I'm the queen of drama Fucking up your life? Yeah, all you gotta do is holler You wanna talk drip? Catch me in the fucking sauna Spent a couple dollars just to make a couple dollars All these bitches say my name as if it's something like the gospel All these hoes apostles looking like they wanna gobble Looking at me crazy like they've all been wearing goggles Po' me up a 4 I'm looking like a fucking waffle Feeling fucking awful","Scott Arceneaux, Aristos Petrou" 287,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,287,"2020-11-30 12:43:39","2nd Hand",2:03,"Grey 59 All I see is scrubs Face mean mugged On a couple drugs Smoke with Migo Plug FTP my blood Grey the fucking gang Boy, stay in your lane Never high, just maintain Hate this fame, hate this game Take these shoes, last a day Oil flowing through my veins Lil Remains, that make that stain Y'all look good in cellophane Mane, insane, real blade Swing it through your fucking brain I said f*ck 'em, we got a problem? F*ck you gonna do with it? I think nada Just a persona (okay), and I'm Nirvana (Cobain) Popping Xans to make you mad, I know you want some Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' Got an ounce of the coke, white snow floating River Road shawty, Yung Christ, one chosen Slick tote the AK-47, stolen, woadie joscing All of y'all are over-saturating 'Preme and Bape Bitch it's FTP all fucking day, all y'all look the fucking same F*ck the fame, f*ck a lane Bitch I'm 'bout to swerve into the toll booth and scrape the change Bring out your dead and blaming it on Yung Plague Bitch I pull up with the K K9 by my right leg 'til I say okay K9 on his hind legs ripping off your face All I gotta say is G59 until the grave One color (one color) Two numbers (two numbers) Three fingers in the sky, amongst the thunder I'm like f*ck the others I'ma Bring the ruckus I might f*ck your bitch She swears, she suffers under the covers I'ma-I'ma-I'ma hell hound, hell bound, shawty wanna die I'ma sell pounds, sell pounds, shawty said she might Let them bells pound, bells pound, shawty wanna cry I'm like f*ck it every night Keep turning black, I close my eyes","Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux" 288,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,288,"2020-11-30 12:43:43","...And To Those I Love, Thanks For Sticking Around",2:49,"Take me home Take me home It's the one place I can rest in peace Turn off my phone So many messages I wish I could just delete Questioning my existence Questioning my decisions Burning down all the bridges Dig a moat Now I'm finished Sorry don't want you to visit, no, no One last pic and I'll be gone Make it count Put the flash on Never really felt like I belonged So I'll be on my way And I won't be long I'll be dead by dawn I'll be dead by dawn I'll be dead by dawn I'll be dead by dawn Scrolling through my texts Shit I left unread Never tryna deal with it There's bliss up in my ignorance 10 dope dealers Ex want me to see her Can't trust her Don't believe her Reply turn into a needle, yeah Don't wanna do it again Got shit I'm not tryna relive Head fucked up and I'm sick These old habits will kill me quick Quicker than I can blink Quicker than I can think Lift me up Don't want sink Pour me up I need a drink What the f*ck do I do when sabotage is all I know? Oh, I done dug myself my own grave in this hole, oh no, whoa Kill me slow, slow Curtains close slow F*ck, I don't see what's the point of going on, no","Aristos Petrou, Scott Arcenaux" 289,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,289,"2020-11-30 12:43:58","Mount Sinai",2:25,"Joe smoking motherfucker Don't come around me with no vape Got your bitch under the covers sucking on me like a bae It's the hero of the dark but I don't ever wear a cape Take a Bic and then I spark until the blunt evaporates There ain't no debating $uicide Two deep when I ride Ruby getting high off of the pills that I supply Just cruising by on flat tires in an '06 Chevy Looking like I'm Bloody Mary sipping codeine and berry I'm Donnie Darko when I spark up and I'm creeping like Frank Raising that choppa right at your face then after that I go blank 'Cause $lickity of the hinges, with syringes shooting up my veins Rather be left alone I don't care to know your name hoe Pull up in a Lamborghini just so you can see me Swerve into a telephone pole, my skeleton broke Pirellis smoke and burn Put my ashes in a blunt and light the front Your vision's blurred You might just learn how Ruby da Cherry has seen the world Watch me flex like I'm in the next life Bitch I was next in line for heaven but then I ingested a double cup full of that fucking insecticide Insects inside my dead body Ironically, after Oddy was identified possibly Gotta be specified 'cause the weather was intensified Dragging the lake They made a mistake because Yung Plague was recognized The sun turned black The sky replaced by the face with giant reddened eyes Christ cannot compare He cannot say we breaking bread and wine $uicideboy$ can relate to the revelations because we dead inside","Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux" 290,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,290,"2020-11-30 12:44:03","O Pana!",2:08,"OxyContin, some Lortabs Crush it up Hit the blunt, hit the blunt Crush it up OxyContin, some Lortabs Crush it up Hit the blunt, hit the blunt Crush it up OxyContin, some Lortabs Crush it up Hit the blunt, hit the blunt Crush it up Wake up with an ache that fades Pop two pills with Gatorade Round my neck hang gator fangs Might reveal more at a later date, but I don't know Yung Snow kind of go with the flow Bring a hoe backstage tell her tell me everything you know about life And then I bounce Roxy hitting hard Feeling fucking sick I'll have to smoke a half an ounce just to balance it out Ruby backing out Ruby blacking out Falling fucking deeper, I think Ruby's cashing out Grass is always greener when the grave is lacking crowds Look who's laughing now An audience cracking up, you can let the curtains down now I wallow in sorrow, ain't no tomorrow Missed a call from $lick, I woke up in a gown, how? I just bought ten Roxy's Call up Oddy then I (crush it up) Chronic laced with something I'm like f*ck it let me (hit the blunt) Rolling down your block it ain't shit for the set to (crush it up) Told that bitch get out my ear She needs to chill and (hit the blunt) Xanax bars up in my drink before I pour 'em (crush it up) We never f*ck with you f*ck boy Don't act like you can (hit the blunt) Take that motherfucking bat upside your skull and (crush it up) So full of them drugs, I might throw up I knew I shouldn't have (hit the blunt) OxyContin, some Lortabs Crush it up Hit the blunt, hit the blunt","Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux" 291,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,291,"2020-11-30 12:44:25",Antarctica,2:07,"Lettin' a new day begin Lettin' a new day begin Hold to the time that you know Locked in my room, four black walls Tie the noose, no recall No resolve, f*ck withdrawal Rather shoot up 'til I fall Murder on call with the 59 20 years and it seem like a lifetime I been hangin' everyday from a lifeline While these fuckers had a dinner every night time Smo-smokin' that dope off the foil, let me ball Hoe please don't call, don't f*ck with y'all Spray paint the walls with blood and whatever Drag you outside, let you rot in the weather I don't think I can explain any better I'm $carecrow the terror, and live for the lesser My birth was an error I am the Lord of loneliness I'll hold my breath Just spoke with death He said he hopes for the best Told him I'm ropin' my neck Then I woke up chokin' from the hole in my chest Somehow I manage to function and hope Everyday got a lump in my throat That's them pills swallowed whole Smoke a blunt and then f*ck all these hoes End up humpin' they throat Get the f*ck away from me I hate all of you, faithfully This world was never made for me Thankfully I'm trained to see Past all the lies and righteous sins I'll shank my knees then walk the plank and freeze Lettin' a new day begin Hold to the time that you know","Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux" 292,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,292,"2020-11-30 12:44:40","Fuck Your Culture",1:42,"Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out (ooh, ooh) Coming in this bitch, I'm blooding, gunning, running with the devils, man Triple the six up, I f*ck my bitch up, flipping crucifixes, man Spawn of Satan ridin' with a couple weapons on 'em 2-11, tossed from Heaven, junkie creepin' out a coma Tell me how you want it, demons clinching on my heart, boy Creepin' in the 7th, down that motherfucker Saint Bernard Overdosed on heroin, too much Xanny, God can't stand me F*ck the standard, f*ck your culture, motherfuck a fuckin' a Grammy Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out (ay, let me go, let me go) Glock tight, smoked out There's a dozen rotten bouquets, on top of the two graves I'm diggin' 'til I've dug 'em, one for me and one for you baby Totaled the new Mercedes, so I copped another Benz Trappin' like a chew baby Unsheathe the blue blade and place it right beside your neck Hol' up, what the f*ck you know of? Rollin' the wool over the wolf and facing facts sober These last few months, bitch, I never left the sofa Patiently waiting, the venom is fading, yeah, I'm a king cobra Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Tight, smoked out Glock, smoked out Tight, smoked Glock tight, smoked out Tight, smoked out Glock, smoked out Tight, smoked out","Scott Arceneaux, Aristos Petrou" 293,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,293,"2020-11-30 12:44:49",LTE,2:13,"I be that skinny fiend sippin' lean Caffeine with codeine I'm smoking nicotine, PCP Pills in my cuisine I'm fucking draped in suede Wrist dismayed $uicide renegade Pop a couple waves up in my grave, carving my skin with the blade I don't f*ck with squealers Known drug dealer Stealer with the sealer $lickity always wrecked Bitch get checked Grey 59 the set Chopper make 'em wet Watch me flex Y'all just second best Never second guess Manifest triple six 'til death Ruby ain't my motherfucking true name If I wrote it down, it would combust into a blue flame Gloom gang banging Whole crew slain Bodies in the suitcase Polo body bag full of bootlegs Two faced bitch sick a duck Got your bitch laying goose eggs Two fangs growing got a toothache Tie me up like a shoestring Let the noose hang Out of my box I need a new frame Ruby da Cherry ain't got a pocket full of fruitcake Bruce Wayne wannabe F*ck with me, I'll probably give you something free Honeys surrounding around me because I'm buzzing like a fucking bumblebee Most of my raps are fucking tongue in cheek Fungus in my lungs Dungeon reeks of crumbling weed Another day, another fee Pile of fucking dirt, you will find me underneath","Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux" 294,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,294,"2020-11-30 12:45:11","My Flaws Burn Through My Skin Like Demonic Flames From Hell",2:48,"Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split Die nigga die nigga die nigga die, gotta big clip wit' a Jason mask Carjack, gat packed, hard head, wig split Die nigga die nigga die nigga die, gotta big clip wit' a Jason mask Carjack, gat packed, hard head, wig split Die nigga die nigga die nigga die, gotta big clip wit' a Jason mask Carjack, gat packed, hard head, wig split Die nigga die nigga die nigga die, gotta big clip wit' a Jason mask Carjack, gat packed, hard head, wig split Die nigga die nigga die nigga die, gotta big clip wit' a Jason mask Carjack, gat packed, hard head, wig split Die nigga die nigga die nigga die, gotta big clip wit' a Jason mask Slumped back in the driver's seat Blunt between my lips I'm riding with a bitch that's high as me She ducking out She trying to sleep I'm duckin' out I'm trying to see the road But all I can see are four horsemen Coming closer to me I think I'm 'bout to die, we'll see Swerving on them motherfuckers, bitch It ain't my time Let the world blow up first Then I might just close my eyes It's all I really wanted my whole life The universe won't notice, bitch You just another life, the sun'll rise The stars have already died Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split Die nigga die nigga die nigga die, gotta big clip wit' a Jason mask Carjack, gat packed, hard head, wig split Die nigga die nigga die nigga die, gotta big clip wit' a Jason mask Carjack, gat packed, hard head, wig split Die nigga die nigga die nigga die, gotta big clip wit' a Jason mask Carjack, gat packed, hard head, wig split Die nigga die nigga die nigga die, gotta big clip wit' a Jason mask I! See the reaper creeping As my blood is seeping Sleeping deeper through the night, so I can face my demons My! Weakness seems to be that I cannot stop breathing Death keeps cheating on my life But on my soul, it's feeding (It goes on and on and on and on and on) Leading to the fleeting of an endless dream Screaming and needing Yelling and pleading that things ain't as they seem In the cut sneaking and tweaking Because I can't stop seeking this pain This torture of horror that I'm always conceiving","Scott Jr. Arceneaux, Aristos Pertrou" 295,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,295,"2020-11-30 12:45:29","Scope Set",1:59,"So come and get some 187 invitation You just talk a lot of shit but shit don't impress me So come and get some 187 invitation You just talk a lot of shit but shit don't impress me F*ck it how you, um F*ck it how you, um F*ck it how you want it, it's the psychopath I'm killin' everything around me, f*ck the aftermath Bloodbath on my hands, slaughter, red dead I'm here motherfucker standin' right up on the ledge Bring the chaos, let me slay 'em I'm goin' crazy, off the radar, the angel slayer F*ck your prayer, knee deep in my sin, where do I begin? Gripping on the Glock, lookin' for a fuckin' end Bitch, I got a brain hemorrhage, losin' my shit The motherfuckin' terrorist, I'm killin' every bitch F*ck your motherfuckin' feelings, I could give a f*ck Ruby right behind me, wanna test your luck? AK, AR, nine millimeter .22 Ruger, plenty ways to die, see ya Shoot, shoot, shoot to kill Aim for me, fulfill your thrill Pop my head, let my brains spill, send chills down my spine Papa Pine is killed Ruby da Cherry, now Ruby da Juice Everyday loosen the screw Choose to do what I do This life that I lose one day, it's proof it's true (yeah, yeah, yeah) Refuse to use the shit you say is fuckin' cool (yeah, yeah, yeah) Tryna find my way feels like a fuckin' Rubik's cube What the f*ck is new, what the f*ck is new? Snakes tryna wear Gucci shoes, what a view? Bit off more than you could chew, that was fuckin' rude Tryna get that face tattoo removed but you doomed So come and get some 187 invitation You just talk a lot of shit but shit don't impress me So come and get some 187 invitation You just talk a lot of shit but shit don't impress me","Scott Arceneaux, Aristos Petrou" 296,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,296,"2020-11-30 12:45:36","All Dogs Go To Heaven",2:34,"Leave them all burning Triple six degrees Heard they started hating Wanna murder thee Yung Christ turned to Satan Bless the devilish Nowadays I get my joy from fucking chasing death Mama raised a savage knew I wasn't average Pops seen me coming up He knew I had the package Let the ,40 kick Drum roll with the sticks Hands will f*ck your jaw Know who you fucking with? Get the copper popping Chopper, Dalai Lama Feel like Silk the Shocker I'm a fucking problem Streets call me doctor Screw them then I chop them Two cups, bottle filled with drugs Liver on the rotten Ruger, chopper, Draco Cult around me Waco, yeah Violence getting louder Projects getting wilder, yeah When I'm off a Xan, I'm quick to shoot the thang Ain't a clock to see there ain't no time for a game F*ck 'em all Shoot them, leave them in the yard Got a bunch of youngins around me Take the charge F*ck 'em all Shoot them, leave them in the yard Got a bunch of youngins around me Take the charge, ay Yeah, we all the same but we separated by commas Yeah, we all the same until we all destroyed by comets Alien invasion better run home to your mama Ruby ain't the problem solver I'm the cause of all your problems Bitch, I'm in Nevada A 51s I got 'em Snorting blue sand with my cosmic ensemble I don't give a f*ck if they're pressed I still bought 'em Falling down like autumn Call him duck boy Watch him waddle Full throttle when I empty out the bottle When I empty out this clip that's full of fucking hollows You'll be lying horizontal looking like a model Scope is never toggled I was aiming for your nostril Now, I'm aiming at your bitch's tonsils I'm the queen of drama Fucking up your life? Yeah, all you gotta do is holler You wanna talk drip? Catch me in the fucking sauna Spent a couple dollars just to make a couple dollars All these bitches say my name as if it's something like the gospel All these hoes apostles looking like they wanna gobble Looking at me crazy like they've all been wearing goggles Po' me up a 4 I'm looking like a fucking waffle Feeling fucking awful","Scott Arceneaux, Aristos Petrou" 297,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,297,"2020-11-30 12:45:50","One Last Look At The Damage",1:38,"Play me some of that suicide pimpin', man It's the most wanted Most hated Most haunted Boys that paid the cost Slowly dying but I'm flossing Looking good, ain't he? Boy bounced back from the dead My business still shady I still tip toe on the ledge That shit ain't ever changing I take my chance riding dirty while speeding Lane swangin' I fucking made it to 30 without my neck breaking My gun that's holding a 30 that got his legs shaking Meanwhile his girl in the room with my picture masturbating (ooh, ooh) Yeah, slowly crawling out the dirt When it comes to death I like to flirt My hills have eyes and a smirk My cuz got blues and he got that syrup, boy If I keep it up, all these 30s are gonna kill me before thirty Another day wasted up my nose and it's still early Don't you worry I'm always in a hurry, so I copped a foreign coupe Slidin' around town until I gotta pull up to the court at noon Snort another blue Now I'm feeling sorta blue Nothing new One of the chosen few The rest of y'all give him some room It's best if y'all didn't assume that he is destined for imminent doom Unless he is ready to get in the tomb Ruby such a bum but he make it look good Trunk in the front Yeah, that's what's under the hood Talking' all this shit, man, I wish y'all really would Another million plays, man, I wish y'all really could","Scott Arceneaux, Aristos Petrou" 298,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,298,"2020-11-30 12:46:33",Bizarro,3:34,"Codeine, which you all know is syrup I started drinkin' it because I'm from the south, New Orleans And um, we grew up on UGK and all, uh, Ghetto Boys And, and people been drinkin' syrup for years Still riding with my devils Ain't shit changed Gun to my temple Sharpen up the blade Feel the motherfucking funk like it's '93 Grim reaper in a Jeep when I hit the streets Motherfuckers better hide Better duck quick It's the Sandman Better run, shit Switch back to my old ways, old days Pill bottles in the cabinet Can't feel my face, ay Baby F*ck what they say Full of drugs Can't feel my face Baby F*ck what they say Full of drugs Can't feel my face Dope in a bag Brown-yellow rock They don't know slick They don't know the block Tell me what you want? Tec or the Wok? Say the world is yours Got your world in my sock Hoes tryna f*ck Hoes tryna lock Eat that bitch's box Suck my dick, give me top How can I forget? Medicating with Gelato Car sports model and my gun is semi-auto Lately trip a lot Lately sip a lot Scripts from my doc Finesse him like a cop Baby F*ck what they say Full of drugs Can't feel my face Three houses, 2 cars I'm a boss, facts Spent a hunny thou sucking all my snot back Fucking ducking That's a small quack Blowing out a broad's back I can't fucking cum because my dick is numb and all that Fall back I'ma call back (psyche) Where my dogs at? Lining up the chalk fat Yeah, her ass left But she brought it back Shawty pointing at that shit So I bought her that Baby F*ck what they say Full of drugs Can't feel my face Baby F*ck what they say Next time they talk I'ma f*ck their face Reach into my pocket Yeah, I fucking got it Ooh, that shit was fire like the bottom of a rocket Blunt full of gossip Just so I don't vomit Never play it cautious Could give a f*ck if I lost it F*ck a 4 Yeah, gimme 30 O's It's time to fucking go It's time to fucking go Baby F*ck what they say Full of drugs Can't feel my face Baby F*ck what they say Full of drugs Can't feel my face Baby F*ck what they say Full of drugs Can't feel my face Baby F*ck what they say Full of drugs Can't feel my face Baby F*ck what they say Full of drugs Can't feel my face I can't stop now What's the point? I can never calm down","Scott Arceneaux, Aristos Petrou" 299,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,299,"2020-11-30 12:46:48","That Just Isn't Empirically Possible",2:04,"It's lonely at the top All of my enemies have been defeated The crown has been sitting on my head for too long It's starting to give me these legions Don't follow the crowd The crowd is misleading Stay solo Surrounded by all of my demons Licking my wounds as they deepen Constantly feeding them all of my secrets 007, I got the golden gun I got the golden I'm busting Open up the door I'm at my breaking point I cannot take this shit no more I'm ready to fucking explode Open up Knock knock Here comes the Glock cocked 9 milli, pop pop pop Oh no Making a mess My aim ain't the best I guess I should clean this all up and go home Percocet, Roxycodone, with some Xanax that I had crushed up in some dust (huh) Elevated to another dimension so I got a limp in my strut (f*ck) I do not care to be here or be there In the mean time, it seems that I'm stuck (huh) Swerving and crashing That dying little bastard Yung Christ, you address me as such (what) Crazy little demon They wave when they see me Face tatted from ear to ear, yeah Northside boy with a Glock sized toy If I cock it there's going to be tears here Manic depressive When life is in session, I hide in a room that's as dark as me Dollar sign, B And it's still F-T-P Fucking G-R-E-Y 'til I R-I-P","Scott Arceneaux, Aristos Petrou" 300,19,"2020-11-02 12:01:14",$uicideboy$,300,"2020-11-30 12:46:55","I Wanna Be Romanticized",2:14,"Booked a first-class flight Fly me anywhere Making sure it's somewhere far away Awake me when we land I never thought that I would be a millionaire Never in my life On the verge of suicide I told the world it's you or I I have two sides One that wants to see you all thrive And one that wants to see you die Fancy cars and fancy homes Wrecked and abandoned Now you're regretting that loan Money on my mind I lost track of time Tried to spend it all in one night Now I'm broke until I've died Came home late night, yeah Huggin' on my parents tight Told me that they missed me Followed by another fight, wait Facebook, 'Gram likes ""How you doin' on the mic? How you doin' on the road?"" I ain't tryna tour no more Fucking all these hoes only left me with a bigger hole Popping pills every night Rotten on the inside Pain covered red eyes Don't know how to get by All they see is dollar signs (All they see is dollar signs) Scott done got itemized Manifested suicide","Scott Arceneaux, Aristos Petrou"