YOU DID GOOD SON 👹

[VERSE I: Lil Cut Throat]
deaf addict
my mathematics you can't add up
so tragic
my baggage comes with no back up
breaking patterns like splitting atoms
it ain't happening
cycles spin
psychosis wins
the world spins on my motherfucking dick like a whirlwind
devilish sins
devilish grins
got motherfuckers like "here we go again"
this motherfucker scrim can never stop for nada
too toxic
send his ass off to the doctor
between the xanny and suboxone
lost cause lost hope
he a throw away
way too deep in this hole where he lay
lay me down to sleep
northside shorty ride curb on creep
northside shorty don't pray where he eat
but ey soon we'll see a soulja by the lake buried 6 feet deep
less stress on me
more profit for thee
middle finger poking out for everyone to come and see

[VERSE II: Oddy Nuff da Snow Leopard]
lately i been feeling brainwashed like my soul was rubbing against the grain
lost in the same sauce
i would complain but i'm wearing diamond chains
cost more than i care to explain
lately i been feeling out of character
bitch left because i embarrassed her
but everyday i be like 1000 fucking miles away
blowing dope
reminding myself i'm the boss of the GREY
boarding the plane
what the fuck is a holiday?
dreaming through the day
what were you saying?
my mistake
fleeting attention
screenshots and mentions
wish i still had an away message
forever stressing
live a life in a day
this a day in the life
i'm still the fucking same
covered in spots not stripes
from broke to fucking paid this the GREY*59
suicide for life
rep it til i fucking die

Long Term Effects of SUFFERING

UGLIEST

[VERSE I: Anthony Mars]
yo light that cigarette
i'm tripping
ash it on my bitches
taking my dose
i never skip it
still in my hood up pistol gripping
still got 100 blunts
got that bape up in my cup
stay with a bitch in the cut who stay with my dick in her guts
wetto the king of the GREY
self park i don't fuck with valet
sheesh
private jet fuck a delay
went to paris and back in a day
okay
no i'm never okay
bitch stop asking
came up and supported my family
just for that they should give me a grammy
running and ducking the slammer
thinking bot cocking the hammer
the lights the glitter the glamour
none of this shit even matters
none of this shit made me happy
wound up in rehab instead of a casket
locking me up and they had the rooms padded
made a straight jacket my fashion

[VERSE II: Norman Atomic]
ruby that motherfucker
grim reaping
i'm undercover
soul seeking
i found another bitch who's thinking that i'm her lover
no
reason i keep on shrugging
blunt is cashed let's keep 'em coming
only weed keeps me from bugging and from seeking out more destruction
i'm a pro at self doubt but i doubt i'll ever know 
that these bitches want me to fly 'em out all because i upped the glow
all these fuckbois wanna be me but they keep it on the low
and talk shit about me and my cousin while we're thumbing through our dough
all this fame is such a curse sometimes i wish i was a ghost
watch me raise the fucking dead next time i'm on stage at a show

[OUTRO: Anthony Mars & Norman Atomic]
haunted, haunted
i can't escape my mind
it's like i'm doing time all the time
exhausted, lost it
just one little line
have this talk with god all the time

Sing Me a Lullaby, My Sweet Temptation

1000 Blunts

1000 BLUNTS

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Not Even Ghosts Are This Empty

[VERSE I: Yung Revelations]
can i ever get a moment to myself?
each moment that passes is fleeting
i try and i try to escape my own life
at this point yall should call me houdini
it always ends up with me bleeding
or so overwhelmed im retreating
back into the hole that i tried to climb out of
it always ends up self defeating
i'm addicted to sex
addicted to drugs
really whatever will make me feel loved
i dont care what you think
yeah i dont give a fuck
im still out here shining as bright as the sun
and no matter how hard it gets no matter how tough
dont disobey when i say just gimme the gun
if i dont let me demons out to breathe
ill end up with some horns or a pair of fucking wings
come and visit me from time to time
to all the bitches that i was ever with
youre still on my mind

[VERSE II: Lil Psalm]
pushing that coupe in the rain
think i been going insane
popping and smoking and drinking is how i been coping and dealing with pain
snort up a line with my mom
yea i just be hoping to bond
another day working and wasting away the exact thing that i wanna buy
that’s time
i’m in that double R falling the fuck apart cooking up my frontal lobe
play it strong on the phone but i cry when alone cuz my daddy just hit a new low
fuck
every day bad news
every day cash rules
fuck what i did it’s what have you done lately
fuck that poetic shit got a chrome metal stick up to my brain just to know heaven for a bit
yea i just wanna run away
but all i ever do is run in place
the tears i cried it could have iced my chain
and on the best days i cant feel my face

Finding Shelter in My Larynx

[VERSE I: Indiana Slicky Fort Wayne]
i’m screaming fuck love cuz i guess i never got enough
shark attack an album every summer like i’m oddy nuff
grey gorilla i’m gripping my harambe nuts
how can i trust when my own blood be acting sus?
fuck
i got feelings i could never feel
keeping a blade up under my tongue just so i can guard my heel
constantly eating pills like i never skip a meal
them hoes they wanna chill i just give em vistiril

[VERSE II: DUCKBOY]
all these missed calls
texts left on read
when i do answer the phone
it’s usually “who is this again?”
i can see it in their eyes that they see me as a check
as a threat
fucking hating on me
waiting for me to miss a fucking step
they would love to catch me slipping
yeah thats why i learned to fly
always tryna touch the shun before i fall to my demise
broken skeleton scattered im only buzzin cuz of the flies
but i gained a million listeners on spotify overnight

A Little Trauma Can Be Illuminating, and I’m Shining Like the Sun

[VERSE I: Lil Remains]
lately i been feeling like i don’t know who the fuck i am
tryna figure out where the stage ends and i begin
‘til the bitter end i proceed with a hollow heart
cut my wounds and call it art
watch me as i come apart
pull up cullinan they wondering which sport i play
i say what i want and what you can’t afford to say
unless i’m hollering “grey” ain’t much else i gotta say
i made a gang and i made a way
and i made the wave and it’s here to stay
faking a smile while im flexing alarm going off for my anti depressant
my girl is up early and bitching and stressing about how im here but i’m lacking in presence
i tell her i love you but it’s lacking essence
and now i remember just who i am
but give me a pill this one for the win
i’m gone again

[VERSE II: Lord of Loneliness]
my type of vacation is isolation
i wanna be left alone
gonna see how long i hold until i end up fighting off temptations of self-annihilation
i’m holding myself hostage by all of this emotional blockage
i can’t fucking stop it now it’s all coming out
a verbal kind of vomit i wish i could gut it out
take away my stomach fucking rip it all apart
a hollow cage of calcium that used to hold my heart
i know i’m meant to be alone
i can feel it in my bones and in my soul

I No Longer Fear The Razor Guarding My Heel (V)

I NO LONGER FEAR THE RAZOR GUARDING MY HEEL (V)

Us Vs. Them

Are You Going to See the Rose in the Vase, or the Dust on the Table

Are You Going To See The Rose In The Vase, Or The Dust On The Table?

The Thin Grey Line

$outh $ide $uicide

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@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

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DIRTIERNASTIER$UICIDE DROPS FEB 21

[VERSE I: NORTHSIDE SHAWTY]

it's that gutter motherfucker from the northside
gold up on my teeth i got the frost bite
still up in my hood but my bands right
smokin' rock tar out the glass pipe
swervin' while i'm passin' up the red lights
couple xannax in me
need my mind right
everybody say goodnight to the bad guy
i'm from a place in the dark where the dead die
fuck your motherfuckin' camera if you (cash me ousside)
when it comes to heaven's gates you can (cash me ousside)
$lick rick how i pimp on a bitch how bow dah
slit wrist drip drip til i end
$UICIDE

[VERSE 2: PAPA PINE]

frozen posted with a script bottle open
drippin' like a faucet broken
you think that you the fuckin' wave?
i got the ocean flowin'
you think that you won't catch the fade
yung $now be fuckin' lokin'
turn your head to marmalade then light a blunt i'm fuckin smokin
chokin
i got 10 i'm bout to hang
pussy boy claim that he mispoke and now he boastin third coast
i'm dirty south i'm swangin' blades just like a fuckin frozen shogun
sip a spell 
some muddy potion
pull up and i flood the function
got a bag i leave it close and money come and go
sometimes you broke
sometimes you loaded
i feel so broke i need to get loaded
fuck you
always been my slogan
curvin hoes and blowin o's
i'm slowly rollin' potent
gonna overdose
at least i'm hopin

[VERSE: BEER CAN DAN]

bags to get
only select few fuck the rest
big ass rude lil bitch
swallow the stick
30 round sack left her wet
bags of cess
hit the button for the top on the 'vette
bet that hoe ain't never seen nun like this
big pun rocks on my wrist
i bet you love me bruh
you look just like me
fuck
back to back sluts
no fucks
just sucks
at ease boy catch up
front of saks
5 fifths
smoke sac
i just wanna dab
too much passion kiss my ass
pull of in the jag
gucci my v guts
can't be touched
came in broken pick me up
young niggas out here know wassup
back up the coupe
big boof
neck bein thrown she the truth
bow down salute
ski mask tucked tight
weak ass crumb gimme the loot

DIRTIERNASTIER$UICIDE

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[Verse: LIL CUT THROAT]

Ate a couple jiggas with that Glock on my side
Riding, hanging out the window, screaming "Who wanna die?"
Savage lil addict with 100 bad habits
Say "I need prayer," all I need is my ratchet
Pull up, swang with the blade
Then I pray over dead prey
Banging grey till my grave
Milli rock, sa passe
What that mean? I don't know, took about four Xans today
Sipping lean, dying slow, drugs make me feel okay
Jackal from the flames, make a stang of a bitch like you
Fuck the 12, fuck the cops, we ain't forgot about you
Kill mo', kill mo'
Gleesh walk on a sack
Burn a half a mil in cash
Fuck that paper, turn it ash
Walk away and start to laugh
"Ha-ha-ha-ha ha-ha"
No more, I got cash, cash, cash, and cars and broads
Hit that seven figure mark without an A&R
$carecrow walking in the fog
Life got worse than it was before, ho

[VERSE II: LIL INFECTED]

Prolly cop a script of roxys
Oddy kinda sloppy
Got me dodging all these bodies
Body bag em in the lobby
Dropping adderall in alcohol and then i pop a fucking oxy
I'm a zombie
I'm a motherfucking dead man walking
Speak on oddy name
It's just another dead man talking
Got these dead man stalking
Copy silhouette chalky
Typing out your problems
Just another red handed hawking
Cherry flavored dick
Ruby got these chicken heads squawking
Do it how i does it yeah fuck the way they say they taught me
Please just fucking off me
Plague is pleading for diseases so yall get the fuck up off me
Only saying cheese when i ask how much they brought me
Fuck a frame freeze
Command delete on these fucking paparazzi offspring

KILL YOURSELF Part XX: The Infinity Saga

NOW I'M UP TO MY NECK WITH OFFERS

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its the master wicked terror creepin in ya kitchen
takin pictures of ur bitch then dippin with a vengeance
ill slice u and dice you entice you to get loose
then stitch u back together with the laces from ya dads boots

im the super cooch cougar
fingerin ya mom inside an uber going backwards
fuck backwoods
im pullin on a flask full of premium gas
in the back of ya class rockin an all black ski mask

comin w the shits that make u vomit
i see u on my dick well hop up off it
im solo dolo for the profit
she make my cock spit
(who tho?) ya bitch do yo
she on my boat right now lets see if she can float

im sick in the head twisted like a dread
terror comin back from the dead
wit a baggie full of lead and red lasers
settin fire to ya neighbors
immune to tazers
cut ya throat and eat the razor

im on the other side
drank too much bleach finally i died
everytime u look to the sky
you will see my eyes
starin back at u
with a 32 cocked
5  knives in my shoes
and a holographic mewtwo

im on the other side
popped too many pills i thought id never die
fuckin the reality i left behind
there is no after life just another knife
waitin for the psychopathic addict hiding in ya
attic plannin wen hes next attackin

the pathologic deranged homicidal prophet
obnoxious enough to stash a kilo in the cockpit
i got that sick shit ya hoe be fuckin with
knuckle bust ya lip
on a acid trip with all my lasers on my hip

call me king koopa the chemical abusa
im pullin up on ya ass with the 44 to shoot ya
i got the juice like bishop
comin to fix ur bitches makeup
then make her hiccup in ya bed before ya wake up

im goin off like a mothafuckin sprinkler
make ya knees weak before i cut u with a cleaver
and put ya body in my back pack
strapped with a fat gat
and a dead cat hangin from my fanny pack 

doin about a hundred with u in the trunk
now hold on tight becuz im bout to hit this gnarly speed bump
hear u scream and beg for mercy but i told u not to snitch
cuz if u act like a bitch u get fucked like a bitch

im on the other side
drank too much bleach finally i died
everytime u look to the sky
you will see my eyes
starin back at u
with a 32 cocked
5  knives in my shoes
and a holographic mewtwo

im on the other side
popped too many pills i thought id never die
fuckin the reality i left behind
there is no after life just another knife
waitin for the psychopathic addict hiding in ya
attic plannin wen hes next attackin

THE OTHA SIDE

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LYRICS:

(Terror Reid & Pouya)

Man, wassup?
It's Terror Reid, Pouya (Yuh, bitch)
408, 305
Coast-to-coast, you know how the fuck we ride

[Terror Reid]
I was born with the mind of a madman
Understand Terror pushin' dust like a fan
Goddamn you just found out that I'm the man? where you been at?
I get more head than a snapback cap
It's been like that since way before we bounced back
We snatching diamonds out the glass and we sell 'em right back
Fuck around and get jacked, nah, you can't have it back
The vanilla villain, always keep his train on the tracks
So gimme da cheese, hit the flo, Reid all up in ya hoe
Bust the four-five, nosedive, you ain't make it out the doe
Now we standing toe-to-toe, but I can't stand a filthy hoe
You ain't about this life so check yoself and get ghost
Oh, he ain't know?
I curl hoes toes with my flavor blasted flows
About enough dough to make a ocean explode
This ain't a joke, I ain't a TV show host
With the 305, demon doin' the most
And while we on the subject, you fuckin' with a suspect
He frontin' that we know that we fuck 'em up in public
He probably off that Prozac, swingin' from my ballsack
Just got the .9 shined, bitch made, and you don't want that
You can't rap like me, mofucka, I just started
Comin' to clean it up like Wahlberg in The Departed
So lemme pass it off to the OG trendsetta
Microphone shredda (Yuh), y'all mothafuckas betta (Yuh)

[Pouya & Terror Reid]
Follow me, follow me (Follow me)
I can show you everything you was supposed to see
Like ya family in the sea with they feet all in concrete, bitch
Grab yo' daddy's gun and come with me
(Grab yo' daddy's gun and come with me)
Follow me, follow me
I could show you everythang you was supposed to see
Like a million in cash, grab the cheddar, betta wear a mask
Outlaws in the cut, we 'bout to burn yo' ass

[Pouya]
You don't want me to bring it back to my old ways
It's always my way, baby, all-day
It's my day today, I'm playin' with the AK (Brr, brr)
Got the .40 clappin' broad day like "A Bay Bay" (A Bay Bay)
I'm feelin' myself, forty thousand on the felt
I gotta problem, can somebody give me help?
Better yet a belt, see me hangin' from my ceiling fan
No, I can't be yo Superman 'cause I can't save myself
Baby Bone got a bone to pick with rappers thinkin' they slick
They quick to lick the dick, they jumpin' ship-to-ship, no loyalty
Money, money, money, yeah, the root of evil
Got me jumping over backwards like Evel Knievel
Let me die like Elvis, where I feel my safest
I just pray the opposition don't find where the safe is
My bitches don't get fed until they bring me bread
How many rappers in my city really want me dead?
Hate turnin' to jealousy, then it turn into bullets
I look my enemy in the eye, yelling "Pussy, just pull it"
You 'bout that? I doubt that, I took yo baby mama straight to outback
And blew her fuckin' back out, I'm 'bout that

[Pouya & Terror Reid]
Follow me, follow me (Follow me)
I can show you everything you was supposed to see
Like ya family in the sea with they feet all in concrete, bitch
Grab yo' daddy's gun and come with me
Follow me, follow me
I could show you everythang you was supposed to see
Like a million in cash, grab the cheddar, betta wear a mask
Outlaws in the cut, we 'bout to burn yo' ass

(Terror Reid)
Uh, yo, HOT VODKA
Pouya, Reid
In this bitch, uh

Follow Terror Reid
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YOU DID GOOD SON 👹

Brock Hutchins