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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 |
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