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[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

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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

DIRTIERNASTIERSUICIDE

$UICIDEBOY$ 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

$UICIDEBOY$ x GERM - SLIP ON A BANANA CLIP

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

NIGHT LOVELL x $UICIDEBOY$ - JOAN OF ARC

uh
Imma mo fuckin punk
I Like to get fucking Drunk
At Times I act like a mug
Cuz I might be off dem drugs
I think that I might be nuts
EEE

F in for the chat 
I’ve had 4 days of crap
From a bitch
Who just really wanna smash me
Fuck alla dat
get all da back
Den fuck off a pack
That’s tax free

Ay
Had to ditch that mask and the vest
But yet I’ll rep a bally if you were out with the chef 
if any fucking pussy moving left
Imma put him in check 
With a quef thru his chest
I dish out the death
I spark up the meth 
I’ll pop a few pills 
I sniff up dat ket 
run up the set
I make yo bitch wet
Ay
They don’t own me
Yet nevertheless the mic knows me
I’m Coming straight for yah neck 
I’m no phoney Uh
I live for the blood that flows on me 
wanna go toe to toe I’m like broly 
shadow box your face into the unholy Moly
If you got a plan for p then come show me
Got too many homies that owe me 
Might have to run up on bro
with tha pokey Slowly 
Pull up with Henny2 fucking cozy 
Spin mans jaw Like a rollie pollie 
Then Ill smoke up And go do ghostie
need you to face the facts
Pick a step and fuckin take it back
Got the motherfuckin blade in tact
Got an army up in russia that’ll beat your face from black To Blue To black
To blue To black
Yeah
I’m sick of fucking sleeping 
Im a demon
You can fuck you fuckin goals
That You be dreamin
I don’t do what I am told
I Do up treason
Fuck a heathan
I got no time to fuckin wait 
Id rather leave em
Id rather die young than get old
So Fuck a heathen 
I drink monsta ultra 
with my vodka 
You should Call me Kyle 
like you oughta
Shoulda Thoughta Be fore ya
Found out that uh

Imma mo fuckin punk
I Like to get fucking Drunk
At Times I act like a mug
Cuz I might be off dem drugs
I think that I might be nuts
EEE

F in for the chat 
I’ve had 4 days of crap
From a bitch
Who just really wanna smash me
Fuck alla dat
get all da back
Den fuck off a pack
That’s tax free

FUCK OFF
THIS BEAT IS NOT PUNK!
I AM THE ANTI MONK 
YOU UNDER A ROCK LIKE GUNK
SMOKING ON A PACK OF THAT

FUCKING UP A NIGGA LUNG
AND PUT HIM ON HE BACK
I AM IN THE ALLEY TAKE A PENNY
FOR THE CRACK
XANNY WITH THE HENNY 
MAKE A LITTLE NIGGA YACK
EVERYBODY WANNA BE PUNK
WITH THEY TATS 
BUT IT ISN’T VERY PUNK TO
DO SOMETHING IN THE PAST
IF WE STOPPED HUFFING NOS
AND MADE MUSIC DIFFERENT THAN EACH OTHER’S DAWGS
AND WE STOPPED BREAKING EVERYBODY’S JAWS
SO THEY CANT SAY NOTHING ABOUT YOUR CAUSE
AND INSTEAD OF FOLLOWING WE MADE THE LAWS
AND INSTEAD OF WALLOWING WE KICK A FUNK
AND IF WE MANAGE THAT BEFORE THE SHIP HAS SUNK
THAN ALL YOU PUSSY BITCHES CAN BE CALLED A PUNK
I WANNA
LET YOU KNOW THAT YOU WERE NEVER SHIT
AND YOU WELL NEVER BE ABLE TO FIT YOUR DICK
INSIDE YOUR OWN JAW UNLESS YOU BREAK YA BACK
OR YOU PRACTICE THAT UNTIL YOU DRAIN YA SACK
OF ALL
SEMEN AND MEANING IM SEEMING REAL MEAN AND I 
MEAN IT WHEN I SAY A NIGGA IS FIENDING
IM SICK AND IM DREAMING 
YOU SWEAR THAT YOU SEEN HIM 
UP ON A ROOF SCREAMING “HEY,”

PUNK! Ft. LIL DARKIE (Prod. CHASE)

The Thin Grey Line

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