KILL YOURSELF Part VII: The Fuck God Saga

$UICIDEBOY$ - Crucify Me Wearing Tommy

Lyrics:

[Intro]
Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer, hahaha
ByMe 

[Chorus: DJ Paul]
Sittin back
Gettin my dick sucked, gettin my dick sucked
Sittin back
Gettin my dick sucked by the neighborhood ho

[Verse 1: Yung $now]

Blade on my waist
Blunt to the face and I'm up in this thang
Drugs in my veins, your bitch is so lame
Remember her throat, don't remember her name
Creep in the night, hear my knife from the flip
Taking your life then I'm taking your bitch (Ah)
Feeding her drugs and watchin' her die
Kiss on her lips then I'm shutting her eyes
If she with Yung $now, she ain't leavin' alive
Truthfully die, she was livin' a lie
Hated her folks, loved all the drugs
Hated true love, she just love to fuck
Love just to gut, love just to roll (Roll)
Hated just to talk, so she always moans (Moan)
Ridin' all alone and I wish that I was home (Home)
Wishin' that I didn't go down this road (Road)
The day that I die, hope my mama don't cry (Cry)
Hope she realize it was just my time (Time)
Nobody ever ready to bury their own child
But I'm dead already, so I'm good for a while
Young white punk, dead girls rollin' blunts (What?)
Blood on the Backwood, roll 'til she numb (Yeah)
Cuts on her wrists, teardrops on the face
So I flip my switchblade just to let her know she's safe 

[Chorus: DJ Paul]
Sittin back
Gettin my dick sucked, gettin my dick sucked
Sittin back
Gettin my dick sucked by the neighborhood ho

[Verse 2: Yung $carecrow]

Lightin' up the blunt while I'm thinking of you
Walking down the block, I ain’t whippin' the coup
Take another drag while I look at the moon
Young GPS, I come equipped with the route
I don't have to wonder cause I see the truth
I don't need love you can hear the proof
Break another bag while I feel the ruins
Start to look my way but I ain't in the mood
Sponsors floodin' my inbox but there's one thing that they don't know
I stuff thick money in my thin socks
And not yet to sign for no dough
Fuck you and your team
Fuck you and your dreams
You look like the rest and you sounding like me
Gotta co-sign now you think you a beast
Fuck that and fuck this
I put that up on me
Act like you hard but in person you sweet
Yet to meet you but I heard from the streets
You couldn't breathe if you stepped up to me
Look at my eyes and I'll show you the creep

$uicideboy$ - Everybody Wants Me Sober, But I'm Not A Quitter

DIRTY NASTY SUICIDE

$UICIDEBOY$ x GERM - WEST END

prod. Derrick Picasso (@derrickpicasso)

@g59

I aint playin' with you fuck boys and you know this
Two cups with the red stuff now i'm floating 
Dig down on a perc then I feel like gloating
Lil slick and young ruby we gone hit it golden

Watch me, watch me when I sip
Flip a 40 for a bitch
Talking dirt with yo same friends but that same shit turn to "paint-a-bitch" woah 
We flexing on opressions
Bout to teach yo bitch a lesson
Roll a wood up when i'm sentenced
I'm importing when i'm flexing;

You next bitch
That ED got you stressing
Got 1 perky for my bitch and then she leaned out in depression
It's the $uicide, G59
Creepas from the other side
Leaping out the scene
Look so clean
It's the MurkMob fiends

SUPPORT

DEPRAVED $UICIDE (ft. $UICIDEBOY$)

[VERSE I: $LICK $LOTH]

eyes stay bloodshot
both on fetty wap
let them roll back while them drugs do their job
same motherfuckers thinking that they still hot be the same motherfuckers i can't see at the top
6 double 6 til my crucifix
diagnosed a lunatic
blood on me no need to rinse
been dead for years no need to slit
suboxone strips so i don't slip
but all my cravings still exist
shit
sometimes i just need that fix
sometimes i just need that drip
voices say you need that bitch
convinced i'm made to die with it
scripts stay piled up with my sins
sniffing them pills all i feel is bliss
falling from a cliff no saving $lick
fate laid out no changing it
found my piece
accept it
that i am my own apocalypse

[VERSE II: RUBY DA CHERRY]

digital villain
the sin of the internet
your wifi password is incorrect throw up the set
G59 in full effect
cigarette smoke silhouette
me and slick sloth in the trunk of the vette with pouya in the front headed straight for the check
stains on the blades
no that ain't wet paint
that's your favorite fucking rappers brains on the pavement 
typical drug addict
fictional love at it's finest
i'm pissing away my whole life and it's fine because ruby the cherry is physical
i'm just a piece of shit trying to shine
ignorant swine
what a pitiful try
bitch i'm ripping out spines
$OUTH$IDE$UICIDE
sifting through pine just so i can get high one more time
let me shout i'm high til i die

KILL YOURSELF Part XVIII: The Fall of Idols Saga

I AM THE APOCALYPSE

RVMIRXZ x $uicideBoy$ - The Road To Hell Is Highway 59

RVMIRXZ x $uicideBoy$ -Sarcophagus

Losers

Azan

$UICIDEBOY$ - Soul Doubt

[LYRICS]
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"

[Verse 1: YUNG MUTT]
Bitch, I be the whore of Babylon, tag along
I got more Adderall, chill out
Bitch, I be the poor vagabond
Spray paint a pentagram on the Pentagon
I'm a gone pecan
Smoking blunts like I'm fuckin' up the Amazon
Spelling Grey with a motherfuckin' epsilon
I can't explain the phenomenon
Runnin' from the cops like a marathon, cut em' to the palm
Sing a sad song to your bitch, now she sendin' me emoticons
Fuck her throat on the intercom
In my locker, there's a bomb, hit a lick at prom
Kill a thousand people, then I yawn
Crack of dawn, smoke a sack, staying calm
Rap game Genghis Khan—ah, fuck!
Popped eight pills, now I'm octagon



[Hook: Juicy J]
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?" ("Grey...")
Thinking, "should I cut they head?" (—Who said that?)

[Verse 2: YUNG $CARECROW]
SixFo' in a '64, with the Tommy gun
Kicked up with a .44, don't know where this from
Sweet lick on a sweet bitch, she used to suck my dick
Told me, "keep it secret, can't make this pub-a-lic"
Xans, son, I got xans, son
Keep yo Fanta, the fours weak
Fuck that codeine, I need that tan, son
Doped up 'till I O.D, ayy, fuck the police
Purple-yellow mix like a fucking Kobe jersey

[Hook]
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"

[Verse 3: RVMIRXZ]
Creepin' through the motherfuckin' darkness
Cold blooded mothafucka', leave a nigga heartless
Regardless, I'm takin' his conscious
Don't fuck around and leave a nigga just like a carcass
Huntin' them busters, takin' them down to the dungeon
Don't make a sound, the devil's comin' 'round the corner
Settin' up for them souls that all hell-bound
Look into my eyes and tell me what you see
And see that a killer is on a killing spree!
Dressed in all black and I'm takin' his life
Live by the sword and you die by the knife! (try it!)
Don't hesitate to take a nigga life real quick
Cause if you do, the nigga is gonna try to take yours, bitch

suicideboys

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