(LYRICS)

Wicked ways
Wicked ways
Wicked ways
Wicked ways
Wicked ways
Wicked ways
Wicked ways
Wicked ways
Wicked ways
Wicked ways
Wicked ways
I got these wicked ways
Creeping on a trick
Ready to blast on a sucker with no remorse
Load the clip, wigs I split
Infrared in my hand
Murder was all on my fucking mind
Psychopath, lunatic, crucifix, pop that nine
It's that West Bank killer walking around like thriller
Chop up the body and bury the brain
Sniffing the, sniffing the coca caine
Kill a mother fucker just to pawn his chain
Tell me how it feels to be alive in a grave
Tell me where's your god when you're trying to get saved
Tell me where's your god when your body's full of pain
Tell me where's your god when your body's full of pain?!
I'm gripping and whipping the pistol
The mission to make the blood trickle
The sickle the cell, I'm just so fucking sickening
I'm sorry my ways are just so fucking wicked
I'm gripping and whipping the pistol
The mission to make the blood trickle
The sickle the cell, I'm just so fucking sickening
I'm sorry my ways are just so fucking wicked
Wicked ways
Wicked ways
Wicked ways
Wicked ways
Wicked ways
Wicked ways
Wicked ways
Wicked ways
Wicked ways
Wicked ways
Wicked ways
Black out the sun turning day into night
Bitch Yung Plague got a blade in one hand it's a scythe
In my right first a pitchfork or maybe a trident
That murder I tried it, and I fucking liked it
I sliced 'em, I diced 'em
Got blood on my white shirt
I let the stain dry and then cried out my third eye
They heard that I died
Meet me in the graveyard
Tombs got my trademark
Sky stays dark, and the moon brings out my decayed bark
In the graveyard
Tombs got my trademark
Sky stays dark, and the moon brings out my decayed bark
In the graveyard
Tombs got my trademark
Sky stays dark, and the moon brings out my decayed bark
In the graveyard
Tombs got my trademark
Sky stays dark, and the moon brings out my decayed bark

$UICIDEBOY$ - Grey Boy$

Grey Boy$

"Diary Of A Felon" #DOF

All Rights Reserved. 2014
Production By Budd Dwyer.

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My Liver Will Handle What My Heart Can't

VINCENT VAN GOGH AIN'T GOT SHIT ON ME

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[Verse 1: Big Grieve]

creeping out the motherfucking tomb
lil' $lick been cursed since the womb
riding in the vette in the projects
couple pills in me with a cocked tec
trigger finger itching from the hi-tech
junkie with a $uicide mindset
aiming for a motherfucking cops head
murder! murder! murder!
now they're all dead!
burning the crucifix
spit on your grave, lil bitch
$carecrow don't give a fuck
eyes rolling back while i'm whipping the lac
we the sharks and we smell some blood
underwater full of slaughter
Grey *59 the gods of horror
kill the priest and burn the alter
see the greys creeping out the corner

[Verse 2: Yung Mutt]

pussy tryna throw some shade, but i'm shrugging
throw shade at ruby you gon have to find a way to block out the sun or something
now that pussy boy struggling
mutt in his bitch now that pussy boy wondering
cut in his wrists got that pussy boy stumbling
all these suckers wanna hate
i ain't gonna lie it makes my fucking day
if it fucking escalates hand Yung Simmie a banana clip
yelling out RIP as the chopper spray
7th ward lord got a grave full of fuckboys buried by the lake
7th ward lord gotta pay
if you want to be a boss hog instead of a fucking slave

Eternal Grey

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[Verse 1: Northside Shawty]

it's that motherfucking hot boy bouncing off the northside
fuck em like KY
murder with no alibi
pawn to the game
hit a vein with a prick
might leave you rotten with them maggots in a ditch
but you got to be real to be a northside killer
got to be real to be a 7th ward hitter
got to be real to be a west bank killer
$uicide off the porch
we them triple 6 sinners
migity motherfucker what don't you understand?
i'm slickity sloth the fucking slenderman
motherfuck you
no i can't fuck with you
i done glo'd up and you acting real bitter
child ass motherfucker let me call a babysitter
before you throw another shot maybe you should reconsider
we the grey to the grave, the clip to the mac
we the ones who run the race
you the ones we overlap

[Verse 2: 7th Ward Lord]

yung pimp from Gentilly
where the concretes littered with them empty Philly blunt wraps, where the liquor floods
racks in my safe kept safe
7th ward by the lake
come and see bitch i'm sick like a plague
hold up lil woadie
that ain't what he told me
uptown killers by the river is nothing holy
except for your white T
red dots bleeding in the hot sun
time to grab an ice tea
survival is unlikely
gorilla in the tank yelling "where they at?!"
reminiscent of the 1990s
platinum fucking blades chopping up the tracks
hoodrats acting fiesta
murder murder nightly
if you from the 7th ward won't you make noise?
them fucking grey gorillas by the lake, $uicideboy$
if you from the northshore won't you make noise?
them fucking grey gorillas by the lake, $uicideboy$
if you from the west bank won't you make noise?
them fucking grey gorillas by the lake, $uicideboy$
if you from the crescent city won't you make noise?
them fucking grey gorillas by the lake, $uicideboy$

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[Verse 1: Yung $now]

fucking with the clique, we got a problem
throw em in the dirt and then burn up a fucking dollar
show em what he's worth when he's six feet in the earth
since birth yung plague been rising up out the bottom
all hail the one with the long tail
7 headed dragon breathing fire
make you all bail
all hail to the frozen shogun
slice a frozen ocean open
throw em in and then claim it was all a tall tale
no treasure in my chest
all that is left is a half blacked heart that's decaying
it barely pumps
blood stuck in clumps
what i'm paying for pills all this pain should be numb or delaying
that's it!
i've had enough i'm going to grab my wrist and slash it
don't need a napkin
put me in the casket
ruby dead and bloody matching with the fucking maggots

[Verse 2: Pontius Pilate]

god of the sun 
bitch i shine like the summer
gripping the ak
hanging out the hummer
sent here to make all these pussy boys suffer
reign over the grey and strike fear with the thunder
i am the darkness and i am the negligent
now you not relevant
out of your element
father forgive them for thinking they testing me
father forgive them whenever they rest in peace
smoke in my lungs swallowed pills in my throat
my antidote for that murder he wrote
stuck on this road, i just want to go home
stuck on this dope, and i can't leave it alone
knot in the rope
end my life with a slice
flies will arise when i die by tonight
live by the knife, bitch i been paid the price
you can see death when you look in my eyes

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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

DIRTIERNASTIERSUICIDE

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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

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[VERSE I: LIL CHOPPA]

choppa with choppa stay loaded
bullet shells all on your floor
trying to get higher
ruby got fire
i'm fucked up
he fucked up
whole grey fucked up
you done fucked up
passing the blunt
boy you know whats up
whats good my g
drunk driving but its just codeine
keep that heat on my side
welcome to my life everyday
life every niht
we all gon die
prolly gon fry
fuck being sober i stay getting high
40 oz got sipped
purple and yellow and red
only drink i mix
big bag of that dope
drip down my throat

[VERSE II: ROMEO DA BLACK ROSE]

got your bitch besides my coffin
yeah i call her juliet
told her not to weep
just make sure that you fix my fucking neck
i'm out of breath from smoking blunts
i'm too fucked up from sipping tech
was i kissing on your bitch?
or did i kiss the fucking tec?
paint me a new picture
picture that i pictured death
now my picture perfect moment stained with pieces of my head
hate all of this bullshit
man i hate all of this stress
imagine that
the more press that we get the closer i can feel my death