Feelin like we need a exorcist or priest  after this shit😂

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[Verse 1: Oddy Nuff da $now Leopard]

i got a chopper
i got a chopper
ain't helicopter
i got some problems
i got some problems
drugs are my solvent now i'm gonna solve em
all of these bitches
all of these bitches gonna end up in ditches
fuck with my emotions
legs are spreadin open
keep your pussy hoe and keep your attitude
ima keep countin this cash
money so long ima change up my latitude
all of these drugs know my gratitude
all of these drugs know my gratitude
face a whole blunt bitch that's how i go ghost
turn into smoke
perfect for hoes
burnin gas all alone i'm never leavin home
burnin gas all alone i'm never leavin home

[Verse 2: $lick $loth]

sleep on a couch
cigarette in my mouth
drugs in my house
i'm lookin for peace but i'm scattered beneath what's under my sheets
got them bottles on the table
codeine on the label
my life is far from stable
take the gun then i disable
that's one in my temple with no hesitation
don't fuck them bitches with love situations
fixated on dope narcotics my salvation
i'm tryna get higher and higher and higher so high that i rise up and reach levitation

Now the Moon's Rising

CAN OF WORMS

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DIRTY NASTY SUICIDE

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[VERSE I: PRINCE OF TIDES]

blanket protection
sweating
heaven left me on the steps and now i can't stop stressing
who is ruby da cherry?
let the internet keep guessing
that's always the fucking lesson
the less you have, the more you getting
$UICIDE
G*59
i'm guessing all the blogs slept in
back then they didn't want me
now i'm hot hoes all on me
back then straight from the swamp
we climbed up out
no moss on me
i'm clean as fuck but keep it dirty like i'm from the dirty
riding dirty in a dirty ride
might stay alive until i'm 30

[VERSE II: NORTHSIDE SHAWTY]

hot boy
keep the block hot
shot cop
got popped
run up with the blocka
drop top
house shot
fuck the cops
fuck you
and mother fuck the population
all these goof mother fuckers just some fucking imitations
smoke me a mother fucking L to the head
grey fucking five nine
hoe you know what i rep
sleep walk with the dead
put a slug in your head
we them south shore playas that don't fuck with pretend

KILL YOURSELF Part XV: The Coast of Ashes Saga

WITHDRAWALS/WITHDRAWALS

SAGAS DROP SEPTEMBER 11TH NEVER FORGET

[VERSE I: YUNG MARASCHINO]

still got no hoes
so i'm pouring four o's
solo
solo cup double up
3 percs fizzle at the bottom 
if you don't know
hit you when i thrown bones from a pile of skeletons still sitting in my front lawn
drawn to the shadow
call me shadowkhan
crawl to the gallows
now the shadow gone
born with an arrow
sharp with a broken bow
aim it at the fucking battlefront 
ladder climbing up to her window
glass shatters now i'm playing fucking limbo
yeah, i got the cut on my neck
now that bitch wet
only fucking with me when she thinks i'm depressed
told that bitch "bet."
ima fucking jet 
no sweat
ima sip lead
swallow fucking bullets til my lips seep red
ruby been dead

[VERSE II: LIL REMAINS}

yung james jones
sipping on that throwed
mac 11 grip
and my fucking pistol all chrome
i'm fucking bound to bone
bound to the phonk
every day a different day
still getting throwed
middle finer to the hoes
middle finger to the world
umbrella for the tears and the red rain coming down my eyelids 
hate show biz
hate all the fame shit
vanish away like spaceghostpurrp did
either that or blow a hole through my head, shit
cuz things ain't what it is
everything switched
its like i'm watching a movie and i've seen the end
pretend smiles turn to whispers when your body turns
scarecrow bout to burn up in an urn

KILL YOURSELF Part XVI: The Faded Stains Saga

I'M DONE.

[VERSE I: PAPA PINE]

ruby smoking like he's haunted
big blunt
i light the front end
me and my bitch, we keep it 80/20
get it how i want it
double cup
i fuckin double deck
sippin piss
i'm sippin tussinex
told that bitch i'm cutting necks
pulling out her throat while i pull up in the fucking benz
told her fucking friends "ruby ain't that cool in person"
so i asked her fucking friends if it was cool if i insert
snatch their purses
now i'm counting all this money
practice makes it perfect
money can't buy you happiness
all my life i fucking heard it
but money can buy a lot of drugs
at least enough to last me
shit, i think i fucking earned it
earned it
ain't got a purpose
what's worse is a deserve it

[VERSE II: YUNG $CARCROW]

smoking on the bud sac
ounces of that indo
paranoid illusions
tap the gun against the window
substance in my lungs
slow motion
benz cruising
masked up
insuing
rob cuz of overusing
6 double 6 elements
never quit or dope sick
the d the o the p the e
i'm always on a chase
to hit up outer space
ain't no case
where i don't need it every fucking day
when you see us
yeah you know we're on them fucking drugs
percocets, xanax, roxycodone crush em up
snort it
top notch
bud crop
maybe quit later
fuck that til i'm dead
i am popping medication

SMOKED OUT, SCOPED OUT

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[VERSE I: YUNG MUTT]

they told me "heavy is the head that wears the crown"
which is why i'm always looking down
looking like i'm always down
another year 
another clown
another round
another down
another grave i dug
another stain that's on my gucci gown
flip a fucking cross when i cross dress
satan in the flesh
bitch i never gave a fuck about what they said
put a whole in a fuckboy head
his face a fucking mess
yeah his face look like some mesh
fishnet
he a fucking pussy but ruby no rookie
yet another god is what i fucking could be
if i ever left my room
my fucking tomb
dreary wishes bitch i'm doomed
the king of gloom
got imposters on the roster
claim they fostered what i offered
watch me zoom
fuck it

[VERSE II: YUNG CHRIST]

it's that motherfucking anti-christ born through immaculate conception
perspective or perception
sick and tired here's a lesson
fuck your god
i'm your god
i'm your false idol
killed your fucking archangel st. michael
it's that devil in disguise, bitch
everybody dies, bitch
electric chair to fry 
switch
say goodbye then i blow a kiss
everybody welcome to my heron paradise
all my demons colonize
G R E Y
it's the 5 to the 9
we are them dogs that will bite
dreams that terrorize your mind at night
i spy a loaded 9 mm
$UICIDE mind
slipping deeper
creeping out my motherfucking grave
creature corpse slick and plague always remain
praise thy grey
caesar of these fucking apes

GLOOM

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[VERSE I: LIL MURDER]

watching the sands of the hour glass
sharpen the blades for the circumstance
sit in the dark while i'm in a trance
taking that blade then i let it pass
through my wrist
blood just drips
down and down and down
don't stop
then my blood starts to clot
my heartbeat has been stopped
urge to kill
pop more pills
robbing the pharmacy
mentally illa killa
blood rivers fill my vision
that black eyed midnight dweller
bring my prey back to my cellar
more bodies than a serial killer
not scared of no pigga
.45 blow through my temple

[VERSE II: JAME$ $PLEEN]

cover the whole world up in ash and then laugh at the fact that i destroyed the past
fade to black
all my racks stained with back pain
all my gold chains in blast range
ask myself do i lack fame?
or am i famous because i lack pain?
numb to the stains
numb to the game
numb to the racks that they gave me
fuck it all i take it back
material world using diamonds and pearls as a means of self worth when i could die tomorrow
return to the earth
suicidal since birth
fuck a leader i follow the promise of dirt

KILL YOURSELF Part XVII: The Suburban Sacrifice Saga

LAMAR AVENUE

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[VERSE I: HEARSE BOY]

fuck you 
suck my dick lil prick
choppa be off the xan
rope tied neck boy
gold grill
dope boy
ain't no limits to my city
bout it bout it
born dead
drug fiend
skinny gritty
face tatted
might be strapped
savage savage
semi semi ey
cut throat committee ey
give it to em raw
yung soulja slim from the darkside
grey stripes ey
turn em to a second line ey
hearse boy hearse boy
burn your body in the pine ey

[VERSE II: CHOKING BOY]

it's that former broke boy
breaking even in the 7th ward with bag of dope boy
hope the smoke will clear out by the morning
got me choking boy
whatchu hopin boy?
that we broken boys?
we ain't open boy, no
cut throat
blood spoke
504 got the furl in my pocket
your bitch stay in my motherfucking wallet so i flaked on her
told her meet me by the lake
yeah that's wear i stay
come and blow me like grenades

SECOND LINES COME WITH BROKEN SOULS

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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

FACE IT

[VERSE I: LIL CUT THROAT]

i got the gun to my head
soaked in that bloody red
i'm coming out of my body
i can't let go of the shotty
$carecrow the fucking almighty
smoking on pages of bible
lurking whenever the night come
only a few i respect
the rest i would piss on em dead
the best that you came across yet
$UICIDE
gods of the dead
ego gave you a big head
i got the the gun to my head
never been scared of the end
you busters stay stuck on pretend
i been fucked up since a kid

[VERSE II: LIL OOZING]

back in 2015 i thought we were knee deep in the snake pit or so it seemed
but 2 years later i'm up to my neck in a slithery death
hissing whispers to my spleen
i've had friends end up dead to me
now they're my enemies
enemies turning to friends
at least now they'll be bending knees
now they'll be sending these threats
i regret that we met
yeah you say its on sight
bitch you know i dont fret
bitch you know i never gave a fuck about a favorite fuck
maybe you could learn a thing or two about how to be a favorite
fuck you lil hoe
10 toes down with 10 tagged toes
10 hoes down with whatever i know
you act like 10 hoes bound to the way shit go

KILL YOURSELF Part XVIII: The Fall of Idols Saga

GOODBYE

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[Verse I: Yung Christ]

took one to the dome
home alone
i can't turn a stone without some bones creeping up out of my clothes
jonesing, fiending, itching, shaking
mentally unstable
no cable
just some white noise inside my head
and that ain't no wrap sheet but i regret instead 
days of me and cherry working out the mother fucking shed to get up out of my toxic bed
forsaken the first born
and watch the rest fall at glance
wishes of me changing my past
never had a fighting chance

[Hook: Yung Plague]

leave me alone
leave me alone
leave me alone
when i die i want a mural painted of me
leave me alone

[Verse II: Yung Plague]

when I die I want a mural painted of me
if I'm lucky, they'll pick a building that's really fucking ugly
paint me puking
pain't me fucking
paint a halo right above me
even if they tear the building down, Yung Plague will be scattered around
let out the hounds while I'm stepping in your fucking town
always surrounded by the fucking walking dead of clout
tryna catch a breath
always trying not to fucking drown
ashes to ashes I'll turn to dust before I join the crowd

[Hook]

Live Fast, Die Whenever

$UICIDEBOY$ x TRAVIS BARKER - INDIVIDUALITY WAS SO LAST YEAR (FEAT. MUNKY)

“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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$UICIDEBOY$ - NOVUS ORDO SECLORUM (ORIGINAL)

[lyrics]
Nowadays everybody wanna copy and paste
While I lay in my grave and I turn into waste
They all claim that they bass
Claim they ain't fake
Claim they got cake
And they claim they got weight
A bunch of fuckboy traits and you're just another clone
Way back in the day I would catch you alone
Kick doors off the hinges
While I break in your home
Put that chrome to your dome while I break all your bones
I ain't playing little bitch
Candle sticks slow burn watch that clock go tick
Sick lunatic from the pit better known as $lick, hoe


[Verse 3: Oddy Nuff da Snow Leopard]
$now leopard in the desert
Bitch, I'm never gon' feel better
Spare wings, got the four [?]
But I'm never gotta shine, bitch I'm from the NO
Broke as I choke, I ain't never gonna sell my soul for the life with the hoe
See their eyes ever glows
Hypnotize, breaking O's
$uicide, have a go
Keep it on the fucking down low
Keep your crown of gold, bitch, I got that crown of bones
That I'm collecting from the motherfuckers rappin' 'bout the pound of blow
Blow a pound of dro, light that blunt from the five
[?], hoe knockin' on my door
But I keep that bitch shut
Fuckboys in the cuts

SUICIDEBOYS MAKE YOUR OWN WAY

MAKE YOUR OWN WAY

[LYRICS]
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"

[Verse 1: YUNG MUTT]
Bitch, I be the whore of Babylon, tag along
I got more Adderall, chill out
Bitch, I be the poor vagabond
Spray paint a pentagram on the Pentagon
I'm a gone pecan
Smoking blunts like I'm fuckin' up the Amazon
Spelling Grey with a motherfuckin' epsilon
I can't explain the phenomenon
Runnin' from the cops like a marathon, cut em' to the palm
Sing a sad song to your bitch, now she sendin' me emoticons
Fuck her throat on the intercom
In my locker, there's a bomb, hit a lick at prom
Kill a thousand people, then I yawn
Crack of dawn, smoke a sack, staying calm
Rap game Genghis Khan—ah, fuck!
Popped eight pills, now I'm octagon



[Hook: Juicy J]
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?" ("Grey...")
Thinking, "should I cut they head?" (—Who said that?)

[Verse 2: YUNG $CARECROW]
SixFo' in a '64, with the Tommy gun
Kicked up with a .44, don't know where this from
Sweet lick on a sweet bitch, she used to suck my dick
Told me, "keep it secret, can't make this pub-a-lic"
Xans, son, I got xans, son
Keep yo Fanta, the fours weak
Fuck that codeine, I need that tan, son
Doped up 'till I O.D, ayy, fuck the police
Purple-yellow mix like a fucking Kobe jersey

[Hook]
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"

[Verse 3: RVMIRXZ]
Creepin' through the motherfuckin' darkness
Cold blooded mothafucka', leave a nigga heartless
Regardless, I'm takin' his conscious
Don't fuck around and leave a nigga just like a carcass
Huntin' them busters, takin' them down to the dungeon
Don't make a sound, the devil's comin' 'round the corner
Settin' up for them souls that all hell-bound
Look into my eyes and tell me what you see
And see that a killer is on a killing spree!
Dressed in all black and I'm takin' his life
Live by the sword and you die by the knife! (try it!)
Don't hesitate to take a nigga life real quick
Cause if you do, the nigga is gonna try to take yours, bitch

GOODBYE

$UICIDEBOY$

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