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$uicideboy$ - My Closet Is A Graveyard [Extended]

Michigan Boy Boat

This That One (feat. Krispy Life Kidd, Louie Ray, Slap Savage, Veeze & YN Jay)

BIRTHDAY MIX 6

40/40

$UICIDEBOY$ x RAMIREZ - SARCOPHAGUS III (SLOWED)

$UICIDEBOY$ x RAMIREZ - SARCOPHAGUS III

SARCOPHAGUS III

[Verse I: Scrim]
Lil Scotty in the mazi go to war like bush
I been running through New Orleans like I’m Reggie bush
Kush lit it’s the pimp from the underground G
North north out the trench I keep death around me
Fuck you mean
It’s that fiend
Middle fingers stay up
I got them bitches
They praying up to me like Slicky the devil or something
Hand of God
Direct the mob
To pull up and put an end date on your life
But it don’t stop there
We come in and share
The other bullets with the whole second line
God damn
Ima psycho when I’m manic
God damn
Im fucking dykes my dick got magic
My doctors deemed me sick as fuck I guess I’ll manage
Just ice me up when I take that dirt nap with them maggots

[Verse II: Ruby]
flex my winter garments
something fine up under my armpit
just another bitch i harvested
i reap what i sow
all day plowing in the garden
spread my seed on these hoes
oddy got them thotties
on they knees bout to choke
southside shawty
put the ice in isolated
all these bitches think im lonely
but really im fuckin flakey
all these bitches tryna holla
but their voice is always shakin
i got a long ass bridge to get across baby
you wont get passed these ribs
make sure my heart dont cave in
would you really be bout it if i wasnt famous?
always tryna get my money i call that “juicy j-ing”

[Verse III: Germ]
swervin’ lanes
catchin’ plays
stars in the cullinan
jets finna pull it in
hoes in the hangar
scopes on the banger
she need some money i pay her
i’ll see ya later
ruby the mayor
scrimmy came round with them flavors
bitches chew us now and later
beating these bitches like walker texas ranger
i flipped me some whips
i flipped me some hoes
you know how that shit go
i’m out the door with cash for them bows
i ain’t even up my pole
these niggas hoes
i won’t fold
can’t hold my tongue no more
let’s go chops out lookin’ for foes
wait watch my story unfold
hope i don’t get knocked off
visvim socks off
suck me til she lockjaw
forgis with the top off
my wrist gone pop off
molly look like rock salt
my nigga let shots off
we done took his top off

DIRTIESTNASTIEST$UICIDE

Sorry for the Delay

$UICIDEBOY$ x GERM - SORRY FOR THE DELAY

[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

YIN YANG TAPES: Spring Season (1989-1990)

Hot Razor

HOT RAZOR

[VERSE I: Wetto]

killer with that AK get this motherfucker bussin'
tell a hoe to get the fuck if she ain't here to suck it
creepin' on a come up i got fam that need some funding
i'm ducking from drugging and sipping that Tussin and bloating up my stomach
i need the D
the O
the P the E
riding clean
the G the L
E 63
oowee
see chicken heads, they fiend for me
yung north
S-I-D-E
W-E-T
verse two in the booth with a glock loaded
off so many meds
am i coming or i'm going?
fuck an interview, mane
i'm too raw to sugar coat it
see a dead man walking 
next election he'll be voting
pimp on a track
mix dope with the crack
i might slide
camo mask
turn your hood to iraq
bury suckers
fuck a groupie
that's the truth i feel like gucci
i got 99 problems and not one is you gon shoot me
we got anna, motherfucker?
let me know or keep your mouth shut
slicky make a million every time i give that mouse touch
slicky whip that wrist and make a motherfucking ounce jump
wetto mack a bitch
play hard to get and get her mouth fucked
sick motherfucker
no mind motherfucker
that white trash high taxed dying motherfucker
tell the world eat my dick
ima prick motherfucker
life hell
tough shit
i'm the bic motherfucker

[VERSE II: Blanco Leopardo]

fully loaded choppa
knew this bitch who lived on tchoupitoulas
bitch seemed like an opportunist
flockin' just to jock my new shit
stopped in houston
belly looking swollen
better stop abusing wock and chewing fent
yeah all my teeth are fucking rotten
cruising down your block and you know blanco lighting blunts of herb
carefully choose your words
unless you'd rather bite the fucking curb
what's the word?
whatchu fucking heard?
blanco smite the herd
fuck your bitch until her spine is curved
blanco spiked your nerves
bitches on my dick like a love bug
tryna get their claws up in me like a fucking mud bug
bitch ima smug thug
calling up my young plug
playa all that smoke is gonna make me get my lungs scrubbed
i need a breath of fresh air
splash some water on my face
looking back on my mistakes
regretting them is such a waste
keep it pimpin'
move it forward like i'm running just to race
devil right behind me like a finished first place
all of these haters keep wishing that they could be me
all on my steez
spreading my wings but i ain't taking anyone under them
why can't i just glide in peace
using these drugs to release
fucking these bitches for free
flirting with death
i keep promising things 
when's he gonna know that im a tease and i'm just tryna get a lil sleep?
capitalizing the G
F to the I to the V to the E
N to the I to the N to the E to the F to the O to the R to the L to the I to the F to the E
for my gang i will do anything
for my gang i will do everything

YIN YANG TAPES: Summer Season (1989-1990)

Bloody 98 (feat. Ghostmane)

BLOODY 98 (FEAT. GHOSTEMANE)

[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

5 'N The Mornin'

5 'N THE MORNIN'

Natural Selection

Torn Acl

dann03- Finer Shyt

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

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[VERSE I: GERM]
I just might ride with your bitch
Told her i loved her
Lying like shit
I'm still boolin' tho
Bleedin' concrete
Snortin' oxys
Feelin' god body like who gon stop me now?
Runnin' round while blowin' pound after pound
See me now?
Get hip
Get it now
I'm gone til november
Got into pickin' pockets kinda often
Big ass gas bag
Passenger side of the cadillac
Seat slightly sat back
On my side i got my baghdad
Hotel hoppin'
Bombin' back back
Dynamite in the gucci napsack
Ruckus in the church
Jesus meet this heathen he kinda hurt
Buzzin' im loud
Never stoppin' til they stick me in the dirt

[VERSE II: $LICK $LOTH]
Took a benzo
Wrote a manifesto
Yung hot boy straight from the ghetto
Yung $carecrow dyin' where the wind blows
Cut throat motherfucker robbin' when my ends low
$outh $ide $uicide
Wanna ride in the caddy like do or die
Formaldehyde leakin' drippin' down all my eyes
Terrified when you see me creepin' in the night
Ride like no limit in '96
Stunt like i'm wayne on the carter 6
Now i got money to get a fix
Now my old ex wanna be my bitch
This that motherfuckin' gospel
Kanye i'm a motherfuckin' monster
Cock back, put the barrel in your tonsil
$uicide, bitch, we the council

[VERSE III: YUNG $NOW]
Yung $now spent a fat check
Pull up cause i'm pickin' up a hoe in a black dress
Silk sheets on the mattress match the blood type o on the hatchet
Match the hunnid spokes when i whip it lookin' like the cadillac bent
Lookin' like a car accident
Spilled my guts and i spilled my cup
Lean on my liver i ain't sippin' it up
Hollow out a fuck boy skull so i can sip in peace my g
Don't follow me cause bad shit happens with germ and $lick
That makes three
Sad to see these casualties
They lack the seeds
No matchin' me
These bags of weed
Yeah, that's for free
We trash the scene no gasoline

5 'N THE MORNIN'

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