A Little Trauma Can Be Illuminating, And I'm Shining Like The Sun

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

$uicideboy$ - I No Longer Fear the Razor Guarding My Heel (VI) (prod. ByMe Beats)

This song was created with AI, the lyrics were taken from Bones and processed by AI, the instrumental was produced by me.

$uicideboy$ - I No Longer Fear The Razor Guarding My Heel (VI) (MIX)

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SARCOPHAGUS II (FEAT. $UICIDEBOY$) [Prod. Baker Phonk]

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[VERSE I: PAPA PINE]

bitch i feel like tungsten
lungs itch from crumbling piff
a dozen blunts lit stuck on my lips
i summon something bloodless from the fucking pits of hell
yeah, i got fungus growing in my stomach because i'm chugging wishes from the wishing well
watch me swell from ingesting infectious hopes and dreams
you will never perfect them
smoking weed while i'm texting affections to your hoe named alexis
adding her to my collection
told her pull up to the 7th
i got one zip of that dumb shit but no protection
now the blunt's lit
she's a punk bitch
to my recollection, pussy like a dungeon
got me mumbling
now i'm flexing at the function
G*59 we run shit

[VERSE II: GERM]

ran up on 'em with the terror squad
i swear to god
up north, i'm off the snow with a bad lil' hoe
my woes with me on that rambo flow
kick down the door
we don't knock
we send shots
touchdown
i got the pack
roll that sit back
no lack
trusty burner relax on my lap
i got yo bitch on my dick
audemaur wrist so slick
dripping all wet on my shit
i wish a nigga would come claim his bitch
i got flame for that shit
respect ain't shit
yall niggas ain't shit
this shit is sickening
never stopping, DN$ the limitless
running, ruling i need infinite
aw shit
roll my dope
bang hoes with my bros
roll that motherfucking ghetty green, a nigga tryna smoke.

[VERSE III: $LICK $LOTH]

seven grams in the raw cone
fuck boy, it's my dick you can jump off
oh lord, i just popped me a xan bar
hold court when i ride with the pistol grip
talk shit to a fat bitch, make her feel average
bet sensei one stack if he smashed
woke up in the AM i heard that he passed it
migo and meth and lil germ hit her backwards
northside shawty got the 40 and the gaudy
purgatory is where i reside
east side of highway fifty nine
west side that m i crooked letter crooked letter i p p i
we don't see time
we don't decline, but we stay high
shadows under them street lights
keep hoes out of my sight
germ said he got that potent
ruby told meth to roll it
know we keep the best of green, so you know i'm smoking

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$UICIDEBOY$ x GERM - OBEY THE WALRUS

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[VERSE I: LIL REMAINS]

we be them gorillas creepin' inside your motherfucking mind
germ got the axe
watch him lift it up and then swing it from behind

[VERSE II: GERM]

who is he?
that fucker a beast
came with the fleet, knock you out your fleece
cold summers with them long winters, if need be
fuck the world, bitch, i'm balls deep

[VERSE III: LIL INFECTED]

demons surround me
i'm drowing
i'm fiending for opiates
scheming
i hope it gets colder
the seasons they change but we holding
defeating the opposition
opposite of the competition

[VERSE IV: LIL REMAINS]

we start a fucking riot
don't try me
i strike like lightning or tyson
do drive by's riding on bikes, man
i swear that murder excitin'
i'm expediting your life's end
we multiplying alliance
you biting? well, i'm delighted
welcome to hell, i'm your guidance

[VERSE V: GERM]

hold on
call on me
diamonds dancing, homie
running for office
offensive and lawless
balls of the rawest in jaws of the new elect
fucked up be my set like ratchets with hatchets wilding
catching necks.
i'm bout bad shit like where the plague at?
that guy with the lost cause
fifty one fifty
spazzing, screaming where the flame at?

[VERSE VI: LIL INFECTED]

flame on
plague calm
stained palms
pop eight pills now the fucking pain's gone
slaying yall
chain flawed
same song
change long
long mane
raised kong
trained kong to slay them broads
reign strong

[VERSE VII: LIL REMAINS]

dirty nasty up the ante
drop top, dat way
mr. pop off on a banny

[VERSE VIII: GERM]

i got a bottle of thompson
bunch of shitty whiskey in me
gentilly with the 7th ward lord
razor blades slice the vocal chords

[VERSE IX: LIL INFECTED]

from new orleans to atlanta
sip a dirty big shot fuck a fanta
sell out a show in santa ana
dirty nasty propaganda