FTP is heRe EveRyWheRe

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[VERSE I: Lil Oozing]
living on this earth is parallel to living in hell
i can't seem to break the spell
detach my soul and separate my cells
let my spirit dwell inside another realm
throw my lifeless body down the haunted wishing well
my carcass starts to swell
the explanation's that i fell
at the hour of my death make sure they swing from broken bells
wipe the blood off of my face but leave the stains on my lapel

[VERSE II: Lil Hurt]
horrifying images on replay in me mind
come take a walk with me and see the other side
counting down the days until me sacrifice
secret seances me feel the poltergeist
come and play down by the river
got 59 killers in masks
scarecrow deliver the pull of a trigger
while you fucking die and i laugh
hear the sounds
demons surround
swell from the ground
feel the flames
we drown in pain
let's die in vain, mane

Long Term Effects of SUFFERING

DEGENERATION IN THE KEY OF A MINOR

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[VERSE I: Prince of Tides]
my life is a movie but i bought the tickets to late
missing the show
refund me they won't
so now i make pay selling it as single frames
telling myself that it's bank but deep down i know it's just change
one day the seats will be empty and one day the screen will be blank
until that day, please don't tempt me because i'm gonna try and stay straight
vacant apologies hollow the blame
my sorrow is comforting and i'm in pain
i'll follow what's numbing, but there i'll remain
but there i'll remain
call it what you want but don't call it what it ain't

[VERSE II: Junior]
don't wanna talk about my drug use
suffer through so much abuse
lost my way back home
left my family all alone
did what i would never do and can't forgive myself
what i put my father through
left him to burn in hell
my brother hugged me with tears in his eyes
pointed to his veins
tryna indicate that the blood we share is both the same
man, i swear i died that day
amends that i try to make
wrote this for the words i could not find to say

LIFE IS BUT A STREAM~

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[VERSE I: Northside Shorty]
the one pulling all them robberies
the boy who's born from scarecrow
came up from the slums
walking product of the ghetto
i can't feel my face but feeling great as the vice goes
round and round and pound for pound
life going in a circle
from pentagrams to instagram
how i mainstream the 6
them boys can hate
i got their fate
suck on my dick
AKs all around me
wanna die
pick out a stick
grave been dug
load up a slug
lay him to rest up in a ditch

[VERSE II: Southside Shorty]
southside shorty
outside early morning
not a knock
empty out the glock
dot in front the 40
turning you into a pouring 40
or i'll come back when you're poor and 40
take it how you want 
take it as a warning
don't ever ignore me
hide behind the door
me and the fellas bring the storm
we'll keep it coming
mixing up milligrams with millimeters
9 in the chamber
got 30 inside the heater
bloody nose i smell the reaper
smoke surrounds my steps
i'm either choking on breath or reefer
coughing til my death
i'm eager
leaving all my fans as grievers

LIGHTING THE FLAMES OF MY OWN PERSONAL HELL

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[VERSE I: Traphouse Scrim]
i'm back in this bitch like a menace
running these hoes just like tennis
fuck what you thought of my image
blocka blocka blocka blow
semi auto with the scope
i'm back in this bitch with the cult
i'm back in this bitch with the phonk
scrim back in this bitch better know
i'm back and i'm hating and plotting
back and i'm scoping with robbers
come back and then jaws get to dropping
come hard when you step in my yard
scamming
gimme your card
off of a couple them bars
choppa k-k-kicking
auto f-f-spitting
talking a lot of that guala
from the eses to the shottas
lil wetto with yoppas
get my pills straight from the doctor
off of the jump with my shit
offer the dump off my hip
50 shots like i'm back in the crack
smoking that pack off the jack
OD slowly

[VERSE II: Spooky da Scary]
i have become what i hate
sad to say i saw this coming from miles away
too bad that it ain't a race
coughing my lungs out
stuck in last place
always in bad shape
blunt to the face
i want all the smoke
let me get a fucking taste
what the fuck you gotta say?
yung plague untamed
yung plague got nothing to hide
now i've never been one for picking sides, but i choose $UICIDE
yeah i reject almost everything bout this new world
i reject all the people inside
they can run
they can hide
they swim
they can fly
but i'll hunt 'em day and night for the rest of my life just to watch them die
then shed tears like a crocodile
all the while my choppa smiles
bite the bullet
that's not my style
belly full of lead and stomach bile
you thought that your life would be worth while
just another fucking rank-n-file
first came school
then you got a job
now your fucking bitch is walking down the aisle
safe neighborhood for the domicile
redoing the kitchen picking out new tiles
don't touch that fucking dial
let's see what's on TV!
world war III in a couple hours
but at least the house is clean
bodies will be piled for miles and miles
but the maid service was free

BLEACH

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My Liver Will Handle What My Heart Can't

T.R.U. (TOTALLY ROTTEN UNDERGROUND)

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[Verse 1: $lick $loth]

Tell me what you know bout a motherfucker out the bottom with a gold grill gleamin
makin all these hoes problems
stalker creepin out the fucking dungeon
switchblade on em hit the guts like a pumpkin
dumpin'
30 rounds out the clip off rip
too thick with the stick bet i won't miss
lil $lick real sick
don't talk shit
whip whip like a brick scale on fish
$uicide night time
no we don't fight crime
it's the Grey *59 with the real red eyes and we dyin inside 
bodies in fluoride
let the rope untie
just crucify me
Yung Christ wrist's sliced
couple hoes on ice singin RIP

[Verse 2: Ruby da Cherry]

Ruby was a motherfuckin reject
then i cut my wrists and now i motherfucking bleed checks
still broke after all the motherfucking weed gets rolled
hoes askin if i see a ghost
tell em no i just seep smoke when the weeds blown
she chokes from the deep throat
3 feet of rope
lethal
slay the fucking sheep
so evil
ima hang myself and then i get to see home
Ruby a fuckin demon
Ruby got a cult now
hoes tryna bolt down Ruby
the result of a reject from a small town turned into a demon
I'm evolved now
loud growl
Snow Leopard on the prowl
stay the fuck back hoe
slay the whole pack hoe
paint the globe black hoe
soon i will shed this skin
turn to the devil then i'll never reminisce 


PARIS

DIRTIERNASTIER$UICIDE DROPS FEB 21

[VERSE I: NORTHSIDE SHAWTY]

it's that gutter motherfucker from the northside
gold up on my teeth i got the frost bite
still up in my hood but my bands right
smokin' rock tar out the glass pipe
swervin' while i'm passin' up the red lights
couple xannax in me
need my mind right
everybody say goodnight to the bad guy
i'm from a place in the dark where the dead die
fuck your motherfuckin' camera if you (cash me ousside)
when it comes to heaven's gates you can (cash me ousside)
$lick rick how i pimp on a bitch how bow dah
slit wrist drip drip til i end
$UICIDE

[VERSE 2: PAPA PINE]

frozen posted with a script bottle open
drippin' like a faucet broken
you think that you the fuckin' wave?
i got the ocean flowin'
you think that you won't catch the fade
yung $now be fuckin' lokin'
turn your head to marmalade then light a blunt i'm fuckin smokin
chokin
i got 10 i'm bout to hang
pussy boy claim that he mispoke and now he boastin third coast
i'm dirty south i'm swangin' blades just like a fuckin frozen shogun
sip a spell 
some muddy potion
pull up and i flood the function
got a bag i leave it close and money come and go
sometimes you broke
sometimes you loaded
i feel so broke i need to get loaded
fuck you
always been my slogan
curvin hoes and blowin o's
i'm slowly rollin' potent
gonna overdose
at least i'm hopin

[VERSE: BEER CAN DAN]

bags to get
only select few fuck the rest
big ass rude lil bitch
swallow the stick
30 round sack left her wet
bags of cess
hit the button for the top on the 'vette
bet that hoe ain't never seen nun like this
big pun rocks on my wrist
i bet you love me bruh
you look just like me
fuck
back to back sluts
no fucks
just sucks
at ease boy catch up
front of saks
5 fifths
smoke sac
i just wanna dab
too much passion kiss my ass
pull of in the jag
gucci my v guts
can't be touched
came in broken pick me up
young niggas out here know wassup
back up the coupe
big boof
neck bein thrown she the truth
bow down salute
ski mask tucked tight
weak ass crumb gimme the loot

DIRTIERNASTIER$UICIDE

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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

DIRTIERNASTIERSUICIDE

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[VERSE I: BIG GRIEVE]

Make a punk bitch bite the curb
American history X
Burning churches until the dirt
Walk off and throw up the set
Just another Sunday purge, I'm Isis with blades and a neck. throw his body to the herd
This what happens when you flex
Fuck boy, I lace your mama's drink with LSD, gave your sister mescaline, then chased her up and down the street
Never sleep
Stay on the creep to kill you sheep
Mark of the beast
Walking disease
Hell is my theme

[VERSE II: LIL OOZING]

Gimme a cigarette, my nerves is bad
What the fuck your name is, boy?
I never heard of that
Germ is back in the n.o. we made a murder pack
She let out a nervous laugh
Swimming in the deep like where the surface at?
Make the sign of the cross and then I'm skrrtin' in the church's ash
Let me soul escape I'm switching bodies like a hermit crab
Home is where the dirt it at
Lemme circle back to the days when i said "fuck the world"
It's still me versus that
Ruby stuntin' like a circus at

[VERSE III: GERM]

Who that there with all that flare?
Stare into my eyes, I dare you
Ride with the carbon
Pistons in the hood
Ben Wallace with me
Just might shoot you down
Don't make no sound
Big gun sounds get to rushing, bitch
It's nothing
DirtyNasty$uicide
It's you or I
It's do or die
Bitch, it's me
I got hunnids and i heard your tank's on "e."
Boot me down, I stomp you out
Big body bitch hold on my heat
Clap 'em with the ratty just for acting all types
Of cheesy
Better believe me, hoe
Gimme the cheese and dope

$UICIDEBOY$ x GERM - 20TH CENTURION

Denzel Curry - Ultimate

RVMIRXZ x $uicideBoy$ - Fuck A Hoe (Part II)

Crucify

VERSE I: Lil Remains]

still riding with my devils
ain't shit changed
gun to my temple
sharpen up the blade
feel the motherfucking phonk like it's '93
grim reaper in a jeep when i hit the streets
motherfuckers better hide
better duck quick
it's the sandman
better run
shift back to my old ways, old days
pill bottles in the cabinet
i can't feel my face

[HOOK: Lil Remains]

baby
fuck what they say
full of drugs
can't feel my face
x2

[VERSE II: Lil Remains]

Dope in a bag
brown-yellow rock
they don't know slick
they don't know the block
tell me what you want?
Tec or the Wok?
say the world is yours
got your world in my sock
hoes tryna fuck
hoes tryna lock
eat that bitch's box
suck my dick and give me top
how could I forget?
medicating with Gelatto
car sports model and my gun is semi-auto
lately trip a lot
lately sip a lot
scripts from my doc
finesse him like a cop

[HOOK] x1

[VERSE III: Yung Maraschino]

Three houses, 2 cars
I'm a boss
facts
spent a hunny thou sucking all my snot back
fucking ducking
that's a small quack
blowing out a broad's back
I can't fucking cum because my dick is numb and all that
fall back
I'ma call back (psyche)
where my dogs at?
lining up the chalk fat
yeah, her ass left
but she brought it back
shawty pointing at that shit
so I bought her that

[HOOK: Yung Maraschino]

baby
fuck what they say
full of drugs
can't feel my face
baby
fuck what they say
next time they talk
I'ma fuck their face

[VERSE IV: Yung Maraschino]

reach into my pocket
yeah, I fucking got it
oooh that shit was fire like the bottom of a rocket
blunt full of gossip
just so I don't vomit
never play it cautious
could give a fuck if I lost it
fuck a 4
yeah, gimme 30 o's
it's time to fucking go
it's time to fucking go

[HOOK]

[OUTRO: Yung Maraschino]

I can't stop now
what's the point?
I can never calm down
x2

BIZARRO

[VERSE I: Northside Shorty]

Hot boy off the north with the tats on his face
run, run, run, find a place where you safe
far from grace
in my maze where I play
pray on your faith when they claim that they saved
laugh in your face
trying to jump home boy?
you might want to refrain
keys to the gate
talking hell, little bitch, and you ain't gonna escape
hold up
jump out with the glock cocked
going non-stop
aim the red dot
shoot a mother fucker dead where he laying
ain't stopping until the gun lock
mother fucker out my box
head been knocked by the worst kind
gorilla from the 59
I'm a psycho
check my bloodline

[VERSE II: Southside Shorty]

all of these bitches afraid of me
and all of these fuckboys - they hate on me
so just to sum it up
basically, i really couldn't give less of a fuck
I'm from the era of terror
the product of financial pressure
social conformity
religious error
mention the devil
they'll fuck off forever
the new millennium brought nothing better
I wanna see blood stains on the grill of the Mustang
couple pills just to numb the pain
six roads, one way
flames arrise
burned my eyes
I'm late for judgement day

BLEACH

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