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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$

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KILL YOURSELF Part I: The $uicide Saga

MASK & DA GLOCK (FEAT. TRIPPY THA KID)

Live From The East

The Sand (Intro)

Flip Shit

Looking Through The Scope

You Can Tell

Secrets

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Gray/Grey

GABAPENTIN GETAWAY

PRETTYLEAF

YUNGDEATHLILLIFE

LA CROIX

never wake me up at 5 again ##2009 (probably deleting i hate this song)

ALL RIGHTS TO $B
I EDITED THIS ALMOST A YEAR AGO,
THIS IS THE ORIGINAL VERSION BEFORE THEY SLOWED IT DOWN AND CHOPPED IT UP AND ALL THAT GOODNESS

$UICIDEBOY$ - $LEEPY HOLLOW (NOT SLOPPED & CHEWED YLD EDIT)

mixed by @nzabeatz 
mastered by @gucciwitch
art - @sowhatimdead

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LYRICS:
Verse 1 (Scrim):
They said we wasn't shit, Now they all want to die 
Sold souls grow cold, With the devil on my side
Sippin 4s, swervin' slow, with them 20s on my ride 
Pussy strong because I GLO, but all them hoes they get denied 
Nother bitch, nother day, with another blunt smoked 
Hit the switches on the lake, on my mirror is a rope 
Suicide til we ashes, fit the Nine Grey bastards 
After that just take my urn and fucking dump it on the pastor 

Interlude (Mitchell Bay):
I used to be passive, so when I pass please 
Just grab a wrap and, roll me up and smoke me
I'm talking bout' my ashes, Yeah just let me go off.....

Verse 2 (Ruby Da Cherry): 
I'm from the Se7en, aint no heaven, in my destination
(?) your breath and aiming for the lake 
I'm betting on how long it takes for me to sink below 
I go so low, so low, aint got no hoe I know I'm dead 
Cause when it's cold outside I see no breath 
I know I'm dead 
Because my neck is red from rigamortis 
Settling, I'm settling down underneath the ground, inside the grave 
I slick keep digging, yeah you never finished because death is eternal 
Bitch im Infernal, eternally determined 
To MURDER MYSELF

Verse 3 (Mitchell Bay):
With the pain that I've engraved all up in my sub conscious 
From the self doubt among a couple other problems 
I make my way through the flames 
Unmasked like Kane, brimstones in my pocket 
There ain't shit that you constructed 
So the fuck down is where you can sit 
Ridin round with suicide 
In the N.O. on that Voodoo tip 
When I blow up I'm gonna cop a necklace that's doubles as a belt 
And when I murder myself
Please play reservoir dogs at my celebration of life 
I don't want a funeral I don't want no crying 
Tell my mama that I'm sorry 
This is not her fault 
Remember when I spilt the apple juice in the hall 
Feeding what's eating at me 
I will feast until I starve 
Behaving self destructive 
Hip hop cracked my shell up open 
Unleashed my soul planted a third eye up on my fore
Closing out the openings of stores 
When I go off, when I go off
Feelin like Gorilla Zoe mixtape a month 
I get so lost when I'm in the booth, when I press record 
I just might say THANK YOU BASEDGOD
On a song with $uicideboy$ oh my Lord 
Feelin evil lucid I might peel em like I'm Luca Magnotta 
Rockin Rothco with my papa Derek Deano, bumping Clams Casino 
Wrestling with my demons like Ricky The Dragon Steamboat
MitcHy Man Savage Carlito 
I record on an Apple with a Hawaiian shirt on
Rowdy Roddy Piper mixed with a rowdy mothafucka off the street 
I'm always spittin' one too many

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$UICIDEBOY$ x RAMIREZ - ONE GIRL, SIX BLADES, ONE NIGHT OF SIN

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$UICIDEBOY$ x RAMIREZ - ONE GIRL, SIX BLADES, ONE NIGHT OF SIN

“Novus Ordo Seclorum” is the Bonus Track on Dark Side of the Clouds and details Ruby’s painfully misanthropic verse where he adopts a high-pitched singing voice.

The phrase “Novus Ordo Seclorum” (Latin for “New order of the ages”) is the second of two mottos that appear on the back of the Great Seal of the United States and is printed on the back of the United States one-dollar bill. This phrase is synonymous with the “New World Order” conspiracy.

LYRICS:

[Verse 1: YUNG CHRIST]
Blood stained fabric, cotton up in an addict
Life so tragic, seem like death is attractive
You step up into the minds of the crime-infested youth
Ain't no jobs, ain't no stop to this police abuse
So we kill, drill, OD popping pills
Fantasize a steal when you went home without a meal
Welcome to the grave, no debate
*59, 666, the Grey
No escape from my fate, bitch, I'm ready to die today


[Verse 2: PRINCE MONONOKE THE FROZEN SHOGUN]
Fuck the police and judges
Fuck the priest and Gods judgin'
Fuck the state and the public
I wanna see tall skyscrapers crumbling
We all meet the shovel, don't have to act humble
Distance myself from the huddle—nothing but trouble
Find me a nice quiet place in the jungle
Keep it lowkey, keep it subtle
Only a couple allowed in my bubble
Puddle of blood the result of the hustle
Cuddle my drugs by the bundle
My frontal lobe constantly struggle, uh

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