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KILL YOURSELF Part VII: The Fuck God Saga

$UICIDEBOY$ - Crucify Me Wearing Tommy

[Verse I: Scrim]
I put hemis in my auto to speed up to my bardo
Da Vinci code my blood line
Paint ya face like Leonardo
Ima grey stepper
Off the 8th letter
check my cardiac
More turnt than the Maury show when he say you are not the dad
G
Grey the gang stain a lame with the A
R
Relapsed off them bars before I nod I pop that
E
Enigma my stigmata baby momma hollering
Y
Young Christ baby I was sent here just to die

[Verse II: Germ]
praise the grey
G-R-E-Y
seize the day
no pain today
rollin’ dem blunts it’s a rollover crash
can’t see a thing
shit ain’t the same
Where the fire?
i could of caught a body
slimy highly likely crash the Masi
Oxys in my Yerba Mate diet
slidin’ flexin’ hopin’ they don’t find me
put up bitch better shut up
raptor truck pulled hopped out with the cutter
barber with me he ain’t on the clock
fades all day ima clean up the block
stickin’ and movin’ I do that a lot
rocks in my clock could’ve bought me a yacht
neck look like the ocean
I need a lifeguard on god

[Verse III: Ruby]
stand my fucking ground
lil shawty tryna fuck me up
spinnin round and round
my head feel like tires on a bus
no fuck boys allowed
grey 59 is an exclusive club
it looks like i drowned
all these diamonds got quality cut
ruby such a mystery
dodging all these inquiries
blame my dope addiction all on made up abstract injuries
on the road to misery my feet are fucking blistery
im not even dead yet but all of yall still missin me

DIRTIESTNASTIEST$UICIDE

I Dream of Chrome

$UICIDEBOY$ x GERM - I DREAM OF CHROME

$uicideboy$, Germ — My Swisher Sweet, But My Sig Sauer

I WILL CELEBRATE FOR STEPPING ON BROKEN GLASS AND SLIPPING ON STOMACH SOAKED FLOORS

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OCEAN SIDE $UICIDE

$UICIDEBOY$-  BURY ME NEXT TO BUDD DWYER

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Black $uicide Side B: $uicide Hustle

$UICIDEBOY$ x BLACK SMURF - WHOSE PILLS ARE THESE? (WHICH BAG WERE THEY IN?)

Roof party

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[VERSE 1: ODDY NUFF DA $NOW LEOPARD]

bitch i came here to destroy
everything i touch turn grey
i'm lacking coin
slit my wrist so i get paid
fuck them other boys
i'll slap them in their fucking face
knot the noose they think they're grey
endless bites like a buffet
Grey *59 great white
i'll chew on your bitch and then end your shit all in the same night
don't fuck with them fake types
i be just like moses
i make my own way like i'm parting the ocean
i'm part of the ocean
i be like a tidal wave crashing on shore in slow motion
these hoes get wet when i pull out the net
leave em on deck just to dry then i gut em whenever i feel fucking hopeless

[VERSE 2: YUNG $CARECROW]

put a motherfucker's face on a white tee
riding in the Honda while i creep with the G
lil uzi with the AR-teen
hit em then we dump the bodies in a 6 foot stream
red dot beam
woeful king
fiends on my line every time the phone ring
since eighteen
sipping codeine
promethazine covered all on my spleen
aqua marine trapping out of the water
my alma mater is the school of the slaughter
every since i first heard "Wanna be a Baller"
dreams of whipping Dubs on the Chevy Impala
the fucking shot caller 
no commas or dollars
just stank marijuana i got from Nevada
i'm hitting nirvana and fucking Madonna
mirage of a brain that's encompassed by trauma

Dark Side of the Clouds

CHERRY P.I.E.

Prod By Budd Dwyer

https://open.spotify.com/album/1pZ4GNANTzEkobuTmN20On?si=hnPF5yW6TzCRPDQMV3gZDA

Demons Callin Ft. Shakewell Prod. (Budd Dwyer)

Grey Gods (Feat $uicideboy$) [Prod.By Tacet]

[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

[VERSE I: SLICK SLOTH]

playa haters surround me like vultures on a dead body
get the fuck from 'round me, ain't tryna be yo' fuckin' friend 
white boy with the nappy hair
bought the platinums, nah, not double-O, bruh
bunch of all you thirsty
thirty somethin' motherfuckin' bald head headass
won't get off this playa nuts
test yo' luck, might catch slugs
this that middle finger up
shit, fuck a bitch
and fuck you too for thinkin' we would not make it
tell me, really (How does it feel?)
if you were in the field believin' the vision that we living
fuck the fluxes of competition, we got the leverage (How does it feel?)
fuck you punks, we stock weapons
47s, .45s, TECs, poles on deck
cut throat, boy
there's more than one reason that I'm a—

[VERSE II: Ruby da Cherry]

broke boy ain't broke
i got a lot of fucking bread now
i've seen the globe
muffaletta loaf sitting in the right and left pockets
but my pockets got a lot of fucking holes
leave a trail of the crumbs for them fuckboys to follow
yeah fill up that hollow stomach with my sorrow
tomorrow ain't promised - a tough pill to swallow
but roxycodone ain't a tough pill to snort
it's a tough pill to kick
always fall short
standing tall with my vice
fuck yall for the sport
the money the bitches the fame
feeling like a hoard
now i'm smoking more ports
and i'm closer to death than i was when i was poor
cooking pizza in the kitchen
passing out on the couch
i'll die from being bored
sing a sadass song with just 4 chords
oh lord
sing a sadass song
another death in the 7th ward
oh lord
sing a sadass song for yung $now 
putting in hours at the morgue
sing a sadass song for another tally on the sword
blizzard storm when i mourn

$UICIDEBOY$ - Crucify Me Wearing Tommy

Hopeless

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