im pretty sure derpadon would definitely use this song for ITFT (their show lmao)

Yeah I might be Cherry but my haters all pieeeeee

TRASH SIX

[LYRICS]
Born to lose, took it from the fool, then I bailed out
Ridin' steamer, got a bag, now I'm back
Born to lose, took it from the fool, then I bailed out
Ridin' steamer, got a bag, now I'm back
Born to lose, took it from the fool, then I bailed out
Ridin' steamer, got a bag, now I'm back
Born to lose, took it from the fool, then I bailed out
Ridin' steamer, got a bag, now I'm back
Born to lose, took it from the fool, then I bailed out
Ridin' steamer, got a bag, now I'm back
Born to lose, took it from the fool, then I bailed out
Ridin' steamer, got a bag, now I'm back

[Bridge]
Yeah, bitch, this shit getting deeper and deeper...

[Verse 1: RAMIREZ]
Keep my name up out your mouth unless you wanna fucking die
Look me straight into my eyes and see the devils deep inside
Creeping slowly out the shadows with an Uzi and a Nine
Tucked away inside the flames is where G*59 will reside
Deeply in love with the murder
Lookin' for bodies so I can just hurt 'em
Throwin' they ligaments inside of rivers
I'm pumpin' the Glock, and I'm pulling the trigger
Not giving a fuck about my life, throw me in the pit
Laying inside of a bathtub, let me slit my fucking wrist



[Verse 2: YUNG $CARECROW]
What you want? Run or you duck
Fifty bumps until I'm slumped
Fifty pumps until you done, $carecrow bathin' in the blood
Nicotine smoke in my lungs, 59 bodies in the trunk
They throwing shade, I shoulder shrug
They wanna hate, don't give a fuck
Catch me runnin' with them thugs
My whole mouth filled up with slugs
My whole life involved with drugs
Looking for the right one, you lucked out
From the bottom of the darkness, bodies dead in the street
I can show you God is dead, come take a walk with me, hoe

[Verse 3: 7TH WARD LORD]
The devil in me got an easy job
Demons in my head, I must confess they speak in tongues
Speaking of my lungs, they seeping blood from chiefin' blunts
7th Ward hot boy, choppa drums
Dragon breathin' in the sun
Reaper cheatin' me, but I'm resisting existence for fun
Diamonds gleaming in the flame, Ruby untamed
A pistol whippin' piston, pistol whip a pussy just for fun
Just for fun, I got a blade I call K.O
I cut them guts like you a slut


[Outro: Buckshot]
Born to lose, took it from the fool, then I bailed out
Ridin' steamer, got a bag, now I'm back
Born to lose, took it from the fool, then I bailed out
Ridin' steamer, got a bag, now I'm back
Born to lose, took it from the fool, then I bailed out
Ridin' steamer, got a bag, now I'm back
Born to lose, took it from the fool, then I bailed out
Ridin' steamer, got a bag, now I'm back

g.r.e.y.g.o.d.s.ii

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Gorilla Warfare

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[VERSE I: Raindrop Walka]
i'm falling apart
you mighta thought i was playing a part in the art i've created but most of the words reflect what's happened or what is waiting to start happening
i keep on damaging myself
tryna fill the void with all this water round my neck
i'm bout to drip until i drown
all these drugs up in my nose
i taste the drip that shit's so sour
all these cars that i bought either don't start or got impounded
pursued the american dream
the nightmare's what i doubted
catch a flight to london or i'll catch i flight to lyon
show my face in public
show another one at home
see my name on the marquee
letters falling down
littering a cold dark street somewhere downtown
as soon as i reached cloud 9 it started storming
heavy thunderstorms in every city that i'm touring
life ain't like a rap video
that's just a warning
hoping to see the sun when i wake up in the morning

[VERSE II: Hearse Boy]
all this misery, misery, misery
fuck
look at my history
no mystery where I might end up
just shut up
don’t wanna hear it
it’s my decision
may be my last words so just please listen
so long
it’s been torture being here
so gone
getting high been how I cope with fear
same song
and I’m sick of singing it
let me move on
it’s for my benefit but come one come all to my down fall
bear witness to everything that I can’t solve
my therapist made me promise before I end it all
that her phone would be the one I choose to call crying asking
is it really worth it?
what's beneath the surface or behind the curtain
really don’t think I wanna take this any further
made one last attempt to figure out my purpose
I called her phone it said..

[OUTRO: Raindrop Walka & Hearse Boy]
when life gets hard keep on marching on
even if the finish line is far or you have to push the car
keep on marching on

Long Term Effects of SUFFERING

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I’m outside gettin drunk w my folks
And if yain’t about it, you can leave me alone
Money to the ceiling, I just bought a spaceship
Ya fuckin w the homies get ya self a facelift
Man i can’t quit I just cant be stopped
And these women that you brought, I think they like me a lot
So lemme get that that chain and everything that ya got
Then you can find your way home
Cuz man, you blowin up my spot

Best check ya tone less you wanna be a stack of bones
Tune em’ good wakin up in the catacombz
And i ain’t lose a second of sleep
Matter of fact I hit the stu and got to wreckin dis heat
Damn
I’m just living my life how you would wanna
I’m looking fresh downtown with ya baby mama
“this dudes cracked” Yea, this boy is a nut
Come grab a line and get ya coat cuz I’m tryna cut
uh
-
But if you wanna go, come and do it
Don’t even try to front, ima lose it
I’m just tryna cut, and stack O’s
Play a show, do some cocaine with hella hoes
And if you really want it, bitch, let me know
We still outside and it’s getting cold
I’m fucked up in a range rove
I’m fucked up in a range rove
-
I’m in a plaid, 22s going too fast
Triple digits lightin up on the digi-dash
Them piggies flash, I drive right passed
Cuz they ain’t seein shit through my tinted glass
I make a splash and they get so mad
It’s kinda sad I’m just trying to get my cash and keep my bags packed, Head to the crab shack
Don’t pass me none of that, cuz i ain’t gonna pass it back

Me and you, we cool i don’t know what you thought
I’m sliding in just to thicken the plot
“International” I’m talking 20 hour flights
Dis the real deal, and you know I’m lookin damn tight
It’s gettin deep, and colder than my shoulder
They call me “Zim” cuz they see me taking over
The “Super Nova”, I’m like a 4 leaf clover
Man, I’m gone
Fucked up in a Range Rover

-

But if you wanna go, come and do it
Don’t even try to front, ima lose it
I’m just tryna cut, and stack O’s
Play a show, do some cocaine with hella hoes
And if you really want it, bitch, let me know
We still outside and it’s getting cold
I’m fucked up in a range rove
I’m fucked up in a range rove

CATACOMBZ

TERROR REID - Catacombz

[VERSE I: Wetto]

it's the pimp player
money maker
body layer
say a prayer
hoe stacking
pistol packing
white boy with the permed hair
choppa sprizzay 
what the biz say
i just brought a cold front
to the sizzouth
gold mizzouth
ice out like a storefront
slick spit that mack shit
make the track hit
ain't no time for a whack bitch unless the mouth sick
face down in the mattress
make that back dip
make her feel like an actress in a porno flick
ride off in a Benz thang
took off with no trace
psychopathic with that 9 mane
i might catch a case
mask on or the mask off
it don’t make no difference cuz I slide with them killas, mane
they don’t leave a witness
heard you tipping to the feds, mane
must be off your meds, mane
pissing in his pants when i put that chrome to his head, mane
leave him dead, mane
saved his boys some head pain
one less snitch in the gang
that's a net gain
bet, mane
heard it was that anna you was checking for
ruger, choppa, semi
what the fuck i need a vest for?
have them hoes tweaking like a despo
smoking on a blizzunt while this jizzunt make that neck go
damn bro
wetto beat them boys like a guerilla pimp
never simp
bring your beef to god because i'm heavent sent
talk that playa shit
hoes they circumvent
shout out project pat
mista don't play and i been leaning since

[VERSE II: Blanco Leopardo]

bitch im angola bound
going down to the southside of the lake
riding round town
plotting on whos shit im bout to take
if it's fake ima sell it
if it's real ima sell it
outside of the lexus forest green 
i know you jealous
born a warlord out the ward of the seventh
all these deadly sins i think the fifth made me a felon
begging for armageddon 
i got eleven virgins waiting for me heaven
bitch i ain't stressing
pimp a bitch just because
blanco never need a reason, hoe
never tell these hoes a secret unless you wanna leak it, hoe
seen a ghost but i was puffin piff up in the mirror
you want smoke?
fit you in a coffin then ill say it clearer 
i got corners in gentilly where we slang that millie bobbie brown
never been on trial cuz the bodies wasn't ever found
thats how we do em down south
bayou style 
feed the gators when them rats start running wild
tryna bite my style
i got skulls floating in the swamp
i got bones covered up in moss
blanco burnin up a fuckin cross
all my demons know whos fucking boss
ooweeoo
who are you?
ruby rougarou
holla hootie hoo when you see them boys in baby blue
ooweeoo
who are you?
blanco in a coupe
uzi out the roof raining bullets

YIN YANG TAPES: Spring Season (1989-1990)

Chateau Gris

CHÂTEAU GRIS

[VERSE I: Blanco Leopardo]

yeah they call me yung mutt
in the cut smelling like some indica
all these hoes keep splitting cuffs
spilling guts
no ands, ifs, or buts
if her butt was any fatter i'd be fucked and quickly bust
splatter kids all on her mug like she's allergic to my nut
give her antihistamines
pistol green like it's a buck
trigger squeezing like i'm fiending for a reason to give up 
bend your knees
begging please like i could really give a fuck
uzi tucked against my spleen
i'll make you bleed until you rust
for the static, i'm an addict
back at it like a chiropractic crack habit
if i want it ima have it
knock you off this fucking planet
send your corpse up to the stars replace em all with fucking maggots
pants saggin'
red flaggin'
ima get the bag whether it's paper or it's plastic
all these fuckboys i be slappin'
aint got time for all your cappin’
ima conjure up my demons
whisper all their names in latin

[VERSE II: Wetto]

yung wetto
it's yung north, mane
whipping in a ford thang
gripping on the hammer
indiana
slicky fort wayne
pot filled with white dust
house color white nut
looking for the chewing
patrick ewing out a white slut
cup dirty
glock 30
murk a motherfucker quick
eastern bloc
sticker shock
custom how i rock a benz
5% on the tint looking like the babadook
fuck a fight i'd rather shoot
my youngin' hollering hootie hoo
i yell amen
hollow tips rain in
59 guerilla
i'm too real for them to cage in
southern cajun
suckers bite the pavement
told that hoe to hit my agent talking bout engagements
fuck a blame shift
i'm that motherfucker, boy
creeping thru the night
turbos breathing like they paranoid
billy bob a halle berry
wetto makaveli
northside
burn em all at the stake while singing bloody mary

Realism Vs Idealism

REALISM VS IDEALISM

[VERSE I: Wetto]

i'm with that fuck shit
pull up we get buck quick
my hoe down like faye but sometimes she can be a dumb bitch
out here since a young jit
nitrous got my lungs lit
wake up from a blackout getting head while I’m in publix
ridin' through the hood like what it do?
prolly off a pill or two
pulled that .44 out
they start talking like they scooby doo
mobbing with my potnahs
we pop in no knocking
nodding off that dope and for dessert just ate neurontin
hit a stain
make a name for a lame tik tok
northside 
grey the gang
2nd world eastern bloc
i might rock it off the flock
i might rock it off apache
i might fuck up on that bitch
if she got a pack of plan b
mane show you how that glock work
show you how to pop first
white trash young man
mop 'em up like Joe Dirt
my hoe like her throat hurt
suck it for a nip tuck
that bitch tried to tell me that I’m sick
so what that make her?
i just bought some land off my LAL 
kilo of some GLD
still the same mane gripping AKs wearing FTP
paint em like a NFT
got them scripts no PHD
my bitch brain insane but she only got her GED
gang coast to coast yea I know me a few robbers
dope game farm to table ain’t no fent up in my product
huh bruh
damn son
who the fuck raised you
cutthroats and them savages how you think I got this name boo?

[VERSE II: Blanco Leopardo]

i could show you how to get it poppin
ruby da cherry ain't got no option
all these hoes keep fuckin flockin
all these hoes tryna gimme noggin
snort a line of heron then tell her she way too toxic
yeah i'm slidin' on these bitches like my feet were made for moppin' 
i can't stop it if i wanted to
glock up in my foreign coupe
scrapin up the concrete
s500 on them 22's
motorola phone when i'm dialing up my potnah
think i'm being followed by a fed in a unmarked impala
skrilla squalla what i'm after
i get money hoe by any means
paper chasin' everyday
i keep them rocks up in my cleats
cut me with some scissors you gon see how much i fuckin bleed
but ill come back with fucking tanks and blow yo shit to smithereens
blick on me
click on me
G*59 the fuckin set
suicide til death 
i'll yell it pokin' out my fuckin' chest
live from the 5 put the 0 behind the 4 
make a point before the numbers just to let you bitches know
i got five killas and they all down to fucking ride
i can call on any of 'em if you down to fuckin die
walk it how i talk it bitch and i aint got no fuckin lisp
whisper my forbidden name and give my hand a fuckin kiss
out the mud
out the mist
ruby take the form of shadows
follow me back to the gates of hell 
we regroup at the gallows
i can smell the scent of blood and i can smell the scent of piss
leave ya body rottin' lock ya soul up in the black abyss

Hot Razor

HOT RAZOR

Spring Season Intro

SPRING SEASON INTRO

[VERSE I: Blanco Leopardo]

i got 5 bullets left in my 9
grey matted glock lookin' to fuck up someone’s spine
mane i do this all the time
yeah i might be cherry but my haters all pie
see the reaper smiling when you look me in my eye
ridin' down marconi
got my tony on me
my whip look like heavy cream
inside pepperoni
fleetwood day dreamin' but i'll never let em step up on me
shout out all my florida and my texas homies
got my gut sticking out 
i'm from fat city
every time i hit the block them cops is acting piggy
blanco never left the 7th ward
from LA to new york
yeah you know i settle scores
i try to yall up to date on my escapades
PS5 up in the escalade
riding down esplanade
wock up in my lemonade
now them demons in my head get some shade
pull the tool out then look at the mess i made
i can't fix shit but my desire to get high
all my homies that done died
they all watch me from the sky
life can be fucked up but im glad to be here
lookin for the love but instead i see fear
shawty saw my dick like when headlights meet deer
told her turn around and then i pulled her rear near
i told her listen up like you got like three ears
you my whole world i can't even see spheres

[VERSE II: Wetto]

pull up playa mackin'
bought my bitch her back end
whip self park 
getting head while i back in
mane I’m getting paid just to sigh and breathe it back in
used to cash change for some cigs
$5 on pump 10
northside superstar
pull up just to piss em off
shorty seen my bills I said it’s nil to what this kitchen cost
show you how to pimp a broad
show you how to lift a cross
playas up suckers down
pussies i just kill em off
tipping 4's on them hoes
slick don’t usually talk a lot
riding with some guns that turn your home into a parking lot
fire up a swisher sweet
eyes looking bittersweet
broken heart shorty but it’s yet to miss a fucking beat
3 'n tha mornin'
it’s just me and screw, mane
too many thangs I wish that wasn’t true, mane
been pimping keys like I’m steven hugh
germans growling sounding like a european zoo
what it do
foreign 'cedes and a caddy slab
caddy for my dad
bought my girl a new macan
northern land
southside that’s where I began
i'm rolling vengeance that's forever like I’m warren van
sail through the south
gold in my mouth
ball on these hoes like I’m luka downtown, mane 
one for the money
two 30s for pain
xan for my nerves only way I stay sane, mane

YIN YANG TAPES: Summer Season (1989-1990)

5 'N The Mornin'

5 'N THE MORNIN'

New World Depression

All of My Problems Always Involve Me

All Of My Problems Always Involve Me

Not A Diss (feat. Dasonny)

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

$UICIDEBOY$ X RAMIREZ - GREY GODS II (FULL MIXTAPE)

[VERSE I: WHO BOY BOY]

definition of the living dead
got a dead bitch giving head
tulip flowers growing on my bed
rust and blood settle on my lead
broken soul but i'm breaking bread
head dreaded boy from Waggaman
Petey Pablo shirt off
but no swinging like a helicopter
got it covering this chopper
spitting out them yoppas
got the drama with the lama
i can get you to nirvana
run them pockets proper
we create our own karma
balboa out the magnolia
northside soulja
need the keys to the rover
yung scarecrow

[VERSE II: LIL WAAAAAA]

ruby the fucking ape
ruby the fucking orangutan
mumbling nothing
just the discussion of public destruction
i'm up in flames
the soulja by the lake
feeling like i'm in the navy, but i pull up in the tank 
sipping the tang out of an AK
kangaroo the next lane
lame move you looking plain
can't redo the flex mane
camo on my body like i just got back from war
i heard a bang in the bank
ben frank on the floor
back in New Orleans, now everybody wanna score
i'm trying to finesse the lesser into something more
i'm drawing a blank on who the fuck you is

5 'N THE MORNIN'

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