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Psychedelic $uicide w/ $UICIDEBOY$

mixed by @nzabeatz 
mastered by @gucciwitch
art - @sowhatimdead

Thank you @g59
LYRICS:
Verse 1 (Scrim):
They said we wasn't shit, Now they all want to die 
Sold souls grow cold, With the devil on my side
Sippin 4s, swervin' slow, with them 20s on my ride 
Pussy strong because I GLO, but all them hoes they get denied 
Nother bitch, nother day, with another blunt smoked 
Hit the switches on the lake, on my mirror is a rope 
Suicide til we ashes, fit the Nine Grey bastards 
After that just take my urn and fucking dump it on the pastor 

Interlude (Mitchell Bay):
I used to be passive, so when I pass please 
Just grab a wrap and, roll me up and smoke me
I'm talking bout' my ashes, Yeah just let me go off.....

Verse 2 (Ruby Da Cherry): 
I'm from the Se7en, aint no heaven, in my destination
(?) your breath and aiming for the lake 
I'm betting on how long it takes for me to sink below 
I go so low, so low, aint got no hoe I know I'm dead 
Cause when it's cold outside I see no breath 
I know I'm dead 
Because my neck is red from rigamortis 
Settling, I'm settling down underneath the ground, inside the grave 
I slick keep digging, yeah you never finished because death is eternal 
Bitch im Infernal, eternally determined 
To MURDER MYSELF

Verse 3 (Mitchell Bay):
With the pain that I've engraved all up in my sub conscious 
From the self doubt among a couple other problems 
I make my way through the flames 
Unmasked like Kane, brimstones in my pocket 
There ain't shit that you constructed 
So the fuck down is where you can sit 
Ridin round with suicide 
In the N.O. on that Voodoo tip 
When I blow up I'm gonna cop a necklace that's doubles as a belt 
And when I murder myself
Please play reservoir dogs at my celebration of life 
I don't want a funeral I don't want no crying 
Tell my mama that I'm sorry 
This is not her fault 
Remember when I spilt the apple juice in the hall 
Feeding what's eating at me 
I will feast until I starve 
Behaving self destructive 
Hip hop cracked my shell up open 
Unleashed my soul planted a third eye up on my fore
Closing out the openings of stores 
When I go off, when I go off
Feelin like Gorilla Zoe mixtape a month 
I get so lost when I'm in the booth, when I press record 
I just might say THANK YOU BASEDGOD
On a song with $uicideboy$ oh my Lord 
Feelin evil lucid I might peel em like I'm Luca Magnotta 
Rockin Rothco with my papa Derek Deano, bumping Clams Casino 
Wrestling with my demons like Ricky The Dragon Steamboat
MitcHy Man Savage Carlito 
I record on an Apple with a Hawaiian shirt on
Rowdy Roddy Piper mixed with a rowdy mothafucka off the street 
I'm always spittin' one too many

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