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

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MY SCARS ARE LIKE EVIDENCE BEING MAILED TO THE JUDGE

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KILL YOURSELF Part IX: The Soulseek Saga

HARVE$T MOON

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7th or St. Tammany

DRUGS/HOES/MONEY/ETC.

High Tide in the Snake's Nest

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$outh $ide $uicide

$UICIDEBOY$ x POUYA - GLUTTONY

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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

XXXTENTACION & Kid Trunks - 777

Project Baby 2: All Grown Up

Change My Ways

RVMIRXZ x $uicideBoy$ - Dolemite

[VERSE I: SLICK SLOTH]

playa haters surround me like vultures on a dead body
get the fuck from 'round me, ain't tryna be yo' fuckin' friend 
white boy with the nappy hair
bought the platinums, nah, not double-O, bruh
bunch of all you thirsty
thirty somethin' motherfuckin' bald head headass
won't get off this playa nuts
test yo' luck, might catch slugs
this that middle finger up
shit, fuck a bitch
and fuck you too for thinkin' we would not make it
tell me, really (How does it feel?)
if you were in the field believin' the vision that we living
fuck the fluxes of competition, we got the leverage (How does it feel?)
fuck you punks, we stock weapons
47s, .45s, TECs, poles on deck
cut throat, boy
there's more than one reason that I'm a—

[VERSE II: Ruby da Cherry]

broke boy ain't broke
i got a lot of fucking bread now
i've seen the globe
muffaletta loaf sitting in the right and left pockets
but my pockets got a lot of fucking holes
leave a trail of the crumbs for them fuckboys to follow
yeah fill up that hollow stomach with my sorrow
tomorrow ain't promised - a tough pill to swallow
but roxycodone ain't a tough pill to snort
it's a tough pill to kick
always fall short
standing tall with my vice
fuck yall for the sport
the money the bitches the fame
feeling like a hoard
now i'm smoking more ports
and i'm closer to death than i was when i was poor
cooking pizza in the kitchen
passing out on the couch
i'll die from being bored
sing a sadass song with just 4 chords
oh lord
sing a sadass song
another death in the 7th ward
oh lord
sing a sadass song for yung $now 
putting in hours at the morgue
sing a sadass song for another tally on the sword
blizzard storm when i mourn

DIEMONDS

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