(LYRICS)
Big bone, old dog, bitch I'll smack yo lips off, dick soft, jokes off, bitch I'm worth a couple milli, muthafucka kelvin sanson please don't ever mention my name, I'll show you what's gangsta, why you fucking silly.

This scruffy muthafucka gotta lemme know if you gotta make a show, you finna be da plot hole, 

Cut yo shit, you little bitch, you couldn't reach my hip, short as shit, so Ill curb your fuckin chin you little gimp, muthafucka why you thinking yous a pimp? Honest shit, you weakest link, I'm in your dreams, now you piss your bed, ay,

I've got a hoe, she cool tho, your hoe ain't worth a milli hoes, fuck this flow, fuck you bro

Scruffy coming with the heat, come at me you little bitch, waiting for the diss you talk about, it ain't happening, ay

Sorry g, this my eulogy, rest easy with the piss coming outta me, I gotta seep, bladder weak, prolly from the drugs in me, fix your teeth, here's some listerine, rinse n spit, so I can dust em clean,

Muthafucka why you thinking you can rap some, if anything I'd diss you clean, tuck you into bed son, Ive got that feeling you love my music, if you want I'd smash your head to it, got plenty time, unlike you, you fucking loser. Ay,

Ay let's hit the first verse again

Big bone, old dog, bitch I'll smack yo lips off, dick soft, jokes off, bitch I'm worth a couple milli, muthafucka kelvin sanson please don't ever mention my name, I'll show you what's gangsta, why you fucking silly, take a hit from the billy, or take a hit to the kidney, take a trip to Sydney, 'cause Imma run these cities, 

I'm on the block, just dissing cocks, you ya flop,

head a mop, ain't worth a chop, I Milly rock on every cop, 

Ay little man!, Stan, what's the plan, fan? Gonna write this diss? I don't think you can,

Muthafucka I'm the man, you can say I ain't, takes one pussy to tell a man, you just the fucking bait.

Fuck what you say, my words will make you levitate, my words are beyond a curse, but I still fucking ate, I'm a fucking ape, I'm coming with a fucking tank, I see your ship, a peice of shit, the bottom is where you sank 

Ay 
woah bro, sorry tho, you can't top this rap hoe, scruffy muthafucka im as cold as fucking snow,

Whatchu write about? Watchu think you fucking know? Don't make me rap another cause I'll just pick at your fucking bones hoe.

BOILING POINT

($FROMPURGATORY)
Uzi rollin up a couple blunts, hoe,
No it don't matter, muthafucka,
Why you thinkin this is all just a stunt?, blow,
Thats the sound of my body turning ghost, 
muthafucka haven't reached his goal, no,
And I know I fucking won't, 
bitch my brain is buffering 'cause da fuckin smoke, choke
Bitch I'm chopping,
Bitch I'm looking forward at the roll, hoe
Lookin like I own a fucking AK,
Wearing jandals and a fucking robe, blow
Bitch I'm boutta blow up when it's grey day,
Muthafucka wanna take it slow, 
Hoe not me tho, 
$cruffy itching for the Globe,
Muthafucka he is seeing ghost,
Is it weird that he alone?
I guess you'll never fucking know hoe

(MXTHAFXCKINANTICHRIST)
1 knife for the preacher,
2 crimes from the fucking poor,
3s up for my leaders,
Bitch it's $uicide I adore,

Snorted out, 
put holes in my nose bro,
Me and my woes,
We chewing our face off,
But never lack dose,
Of dope and some doubros,
Some coke and some nosecones,
I Can't fucking hear you bitchin 'cause I'm so gone.

See I'm comfy rapping, hoe

It's about time.

Muthafucka been creeping in the gutter, 
no ski mask for a cover, 
But your body that I claim mine,

Bitch $cruff is fucking hungry, hoe
I bite the lead from my calico,
Blasting like a picture tho, 
Motherfuck a hoe,
I ain't fuckin less you pay me tho, 
steal your wallet when I go
Sneaking out yo door, 
Now I'm fucking gone

BLACK $UICIDE

2025

Hatred (Prod.Sphynx)

Wings (Demo v2) [mix by SOLONIGHT]

текст:

[Припев]
Gualla, pull up, sold my soul
Junkies call me on my phone
Flexin’, killin’, slaggin’ dope
Gualla, pull up, sold my soul

[Куплет I]
Продал душу, грома раскат
Че ты скажешь мне, уебок, стоя с Deagle’ом у виска?
Хоть моя участь - лишь боль и мрак
Я зароллю себе джоинт прямо по дороге в ад
Лучше беги ебанат, я на месте закатаю 
Быстро таю под лучами ДНаТа, знаешь
Хоть я высоко летаю, знаю, как же больно падать
Вместо рая выбираю самому стать, будто Дьявол
Обрету свободу после смерти
YVN the set, и ты прекрасно знаешь
Даже если факбой хочет чистой мести
Я расправлюсь со всем его генгом за ночь
Кину занны, чтобы заполнить дыру в душе
Все, о чем мечтали вы, я давно взял уже
Депрессивен, но летален, как же мы опасно валим
Душу не греет и налик, Килла валит, пулл ап в рарри, факты, my killah

[Припев]
Gualla, pull up, sold my soul
Junkies call me on my phone
Flexin’, killin’, slaggin’ dope
Gualla, pull up, sold my soul

[Куплет II]
Praise the Killah, bitch, я pull up на квартал
Хочешь попиздеть? Попробуй, уебан 
Я ненавижу русский рэп, я каждого ебал 
Все джанки мира хотят work, что я на блок пуллапал 
Ты боишься статьи, ну а меня боится Дьявол
И да, я флекшу расчлененкой, а вам нечем флексить
YVNKILLX - не оксимирон, вопрос вообще не детский
Мы даже после наших смертей останемся в прайме
Пусть лучше я сгорю в аду, чем окажусь на хайпе

[Припев]
Gualla, pull up, sold my soul
Junkies call me on my phone
Flexin’, killin’, slaggin dope
Gualla, pull up, sold my soul

pull up (prod. Chri$ Chubb)

I be that muthafucking southern fuck, leveled up, 
keeping on my business pussy boy what you fuckin want? An enema?
Kick the buck, give a fuck, not like money ain't my issue,
Seeing all the weak ass people fretting like they better than Who?
I've got a shiv, I've got a pole,
What one would you get to know?
Bitch my aim like tiger woods ain't need a toggle on my scope,
Bitch you still a pussy hoe, one that speaks and one that blows,
talking all that bullshit until your homies pick you off the floor.
You ain't a player couldn't handle the heat,
I got dope in my veins and a hate for you sheep,
I know you dribbling on my name, spilling all kinds of shit,
The kind that leave you wondering why he ain't do that with me.

Fuck you bitches thinking that we got beef.
Spread some shit about me, you'd find my boot up in your teeth. Bitch

Fuck the haters bitch this soul ain't for free
The devil all up in me had just preordered once released.

Fuck you bitches, mane i write off the dope,
talking bout these lyrics mane, hope your name ain't involved,
keep your shit off my goals and stay away from my hoe, its not like any of you cunts are getting her when I'm gone,
mane I'm boasting bullshit that you don't always hear often, I'm sneaky with that shit you bitch, i should take you as hostage, i got that redrum on my mind, i could top it with dropping these fucking bitches, kiss goodbye, in the end there ain't stopping it.
it still fuck all da hoes, mane my bitch could get sloppy, 
her noggin blows my shit away i think I'd find it Compton, that's where I'll build my name so them fucking bitches can off me, mane its still grey until the grave, and no Jesus ain't helping me hoe

EVERY DOG HAS A PRICE (Prod. Yung $loth)

@xannyphantom
@lil_peep
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