We in the benz off tha benzos our depression clinical

Select myself on the fucking juke box 🔥🔥

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[VERSE 1: ODDY NUFF DA $NOW LEOPARD]

bitch i came here to destroy
everything i touch turn grey
i'm lacking coin
slit my wrist so i get paid
fuck them other boys
i'll slap them in their fucking face
knot the noose they think they're grey
endless bites like a buffet
Grey *59 great white
i'll chew on your bitch and then end your shit all in the same night
don't fuck with them fake types
i be just like moses
i make my own way like i'm parting the ocean
i'm part of the ocean
i be like a tidal wave crashing on shore in slow motion
these hoes get wet when i pull out the net
leave em on deck just to dry then i gut em whenever i feel fucking hopeless

[VERSE 2: YUNG $CARECROW]

put a motherfucker's face on a white tee
riding in the Honda while i creep with the G
lil uzi with the AR-teen
hit em then we dump the bodies in a 6 foot stream
red dot beam
woeful king
fiends on my line every time the phone ring
since eighteen
sipping codeine
promethazine covered all on my spleen
aqua marine trapping out of the water
my alma mater is the school of the slaughter
every since i first heard "Wanna be a Baller"
dreams of whipping Dubs on the Chevy Impala
the fucking shot caller 
no commas or dollars
just stank marijuana i got from Nevada
i'm hitting nirvana and fucking Madonna
mirage of a brain that's encompassed by trauma

Dark Side of the Clouds

CHERRY P.I.E.

[VERSE I: RUBY DA CHERRY]

ruby slipped a roofie in cream soda with a two piece
riding uzi
riding two seats
slide two cups inside the koozie
i'm so slumped
i'm so numb
swerving, skrrting with the pump
serving bumps
ruby da chump gotta loosen the blunt
gotta screw that's loose, too
but no the noose
stunting
gotta watch the fucking news
making my debut
stunting
getting goose from your bitch, too
juicing up the oven
yung ooze 
gotta prove that i'm a dime a dozen
$uicidal, so is my cousin
i gotta gut feeling theres a blade up in my stomach
i don't fear god cause i know that he's just bluffing
ima die one day
open up the gates to nothing
heaven ain't an option
so before the buzzards start crunching
ima keep on fuck it
ima keep on saying fuck em
ima keep on saying nothing
unless you want to get to fucking, best keep on trucking

[VERSE II: ANTHONY MARS]

curb checking when i'm whipping with the leopard in the '94
hearing voices in my mind hoe
heroin down my nose
like houston, coming down
hundred blades on the tahoe
light up my tabacco
rebirth of the scarecrow
i just put my hand in my pocket found a xan ay
cut throat with draco
it's the yung slenderman ay
you ain't seen a psycho till lil slick without his pills
my life just wants to give in every time these burdens build
on me
on me
on me

KILL YOURSELF Part XIII: The Atlantis Saga

O' LORD! I HAVE MY DOUBTS

[VERSE I: CHARLES LEE RAY}

turn this bitch into virginia tech ay
got the chopper just to make 'em wet ay
dynamite around my vest ay
we them G59 terrorists ay
keep throwing threats
and i'll keep yawning
light my cigarette
you just keep on talking
watch where you tread
please watch where you walking
i'm from vietnam better known as new orleans
the smell of death is so, so familiar
i'm that silhouette
that all black figure
grave digger
grey killer
lil cut throat
drag 'em to the river
watch his fucking body float

[VERSE II: RAINDROP WALKA]

two empty pill bottles
i'm fucking ducking
i can't call my plug no more
oh no
but i'll probably say fuck it
oh how i love it
really it ain't for discussion
but the truth ain't that far from it
i keep on bugging
like fuck it ima say it
like fuck it ima fuck up
like fuck it ima "fuck up"
and it's fucked up
it's just my dumb luck
it's just my dumb luck
you'll never put me down more than i have
you'd have been down and it's more than i have
fake fucking smile with the knife in my back
fake fucking child bitch that's just how you act

HARD TO TELL

[VERSE I: LIL HALF CUT]

well it's that mac daddy
lac swangin'
all these suckers still complaining
back at it
still an addict
i got love for bad habits
riding low
sipping slow
mixing codeine with that dope
split it up with my kinfolk
grey five nine
you know the code
ridin' down the 7th
make a left on Crescent
opposite of heaven
no confessions or you end up missing
lil half cut
got the mac
oddy got the sack
yung tyler durden
introverted
born a burden
yet they still worship

[VERSE II: JAME$$PLEEN]

i got 4 lines in the cup and that cup inside another cup
creme soda turned into red creme soda
hydrocodone liquid
made the fucking doctor cough it up
now i'm leaned over
now my spleen's yoda
green throw up
ima fiend, so what?
life is but a fucking dream
pour up
drive high when i drive by just to seem sober bitch
and if i seem sober it's because my fucking spleen exploded
and i keeled over
wheels rolling right off of the cliff and splashed into that river stream below us

KILL YOURSELF Part XV: The Coast of Ashes Saga

STYROFOAM

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PART I: NO SALIVATION FOR THE PROMISE OF SALVATION

[VERSE I: PAPA PINE]

reach into my pocket and i grab a couple crumpled hunnids
weed look like some crumbled hunnids
blunted out the fuzz is hunting
paranoia turn my stomach
H1 Hummer
rough and rugged
desert camo trunk to the front end
shirt unbuttoned
seat adjusted
100 mph bitch i seem accustomed to life in the fast lane
nothing in the motherfucking gas tank
dumping ashes and laughing
fucking ducking what comes from the government
peeling out into the sunset
eyes so low look like a sunset

[HOOK:
GREYFIVENINE BITCH I SIGNED MY LIFE AWAY]

[VERSE II: YUNG CHRIST]

back on my bullshit
know how to pimp it
put my foot on the fucking brakes
signed up for a life
became yung christ
all i got was a death wish, illness, and a piece of $UICIDE
fuck this ego
fuck this pride
easily execution on my side
homicide homicide
what we used to all the time
we in the benz off the benzos
our depression clinical

PART II: TRY HOWLING AT THE MOON WHILE BEING STRANGLED

[VERSE I: LIL 2/3RDS]

meet me by the moon
half past dusk
back from the dust
cut throat he love them drugs and guns
chilling in the cut
got about 20K and a gun
got a pile of adderall
cigarette butts
everyday adds up
do i look like a give a fuck?
every day of every month
bloody nights turn bloodier
death could be right in front of you
still wouldn't recognize her
got a death list that some still got to catch this
best put the tec quick
die bitch!

[VERSE II: 7th WARD DRAGON]

you ever had to dig your own grave?
live your life with no name
backwood full of romaine
okay
'96 benz with the cocaine paint hoe
high until my death i got the propane tank low
gas seeping all over the house until my say so
light the fucking match now the tank blow
so glad i stayed home
someone call the cops from the payphone
flames all around me
man i hoping they fucking drown me
crown made of ashes only way they fucking found me
forget about me
only way you might not feel so lousy
forget about me
on my own head i would have priced a bounty

PART III: MISSED MY CUE FOR CURTAIN CALL

[VERSE I: RUBY DA CHERRY]

and for my last trick i don't think i'm cut off for this rap shit
$UICIDE i fucking scream it from the rooftop
the only thing i ever did worth mentioning ever since slick burned me a CD of lil wayne
that shit prolly still in my boom box
but now a days i can walk into an establishment and select myself on the fucking jukebox
if i wanted to cop a black countach
drive that shit like 2 blocks and then smash in the back of a new cop car
now i think i'm wanted too

[VERSE II: SLICK SLOTH]

i'm on that lean
yeah that drank
i'm on them bars
don't want to think
i'm on that loud
amphetamines got no time for sleep
lost in my thoughts
i don't know who a friend and who a enemy
nerves real disturbed
down from head to toe
ever feel like sometimes you got to let it go?
plenty days i thought this shit was over
creator of the movement
creator of the music
still feel like i'm losing

I Want to Die In New Orleans

I NO LONGER FEAR THE RAZOR GUARDING MY HEEL (IV)

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[VERSE I: YUNG PLAGUE]

straight out of hell
ring the bells
plague is here to stay
roaches and locust they cover me
no halo hovering
follow me in your grave
ain't got no patek because i'll be here until the end of fucking time
thy kingdom come, thy will be done
and still you wonder who am i?
i am the devil's son borned and raised
preaching $UICIDE
googly eyes
tell me more
okay
praise the fucking devil
god can suck my dick
i scorch the plains
making mountains crumble
glaciers melting
oceans swelling
i'm lord of the flames
wait a fucking minute i got more to say
threatening swordplay
some would say nay because the tip of my swrod blade is dipped in chlordane
yung pague breaking fortes
scarecrow in the corn maze
haunting board games
for war we pray
plague is cold in norway
hanging from the doorframe with sores and stains
for war we pray
7th ward the grey
for war we pray

[VERSE II: LIL CHOPPA]

death is inevitable
the fucking scarecrow
walking on his tip toes on your blood stained wood floor
you know mr. typical
hearing the fucking voices through my window
begging to be dead
but no worries
just like chucky, cut throat got the blade and the knife
may thy rise for the yung christ
never even died
my father has forsaken i
i'm still $UICIDE until i die
it's an eye for an eye
speaking of I
I... (someone help me out)
I see the reaper having a busy season
it's getting harder to watch from the bleachers
the father of evil like Knievel
ruby and i stay jumping over people
xanax eating
close to lethal
cigarette breathing
junkie used to needles
so i grew up a fuck up
load the nine up
my time's up

10,000 DEGREES

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[HOOK: LIL LONELY]

hol up wait
all of my heroes are rotting in their fucking graves
one day i will forget their names

[VERSE I: LIL REMAINS]

when i was 27 every night i had dreams to die
now i'm 28 feeling more dead than alive
29 in a month
all my idols fucking dead
got a check
more or less just another problem
bringing 400 degrees
no limit/cash money
half a milli bands in cash
i feel like cash money
popped a xan
couldnt tell you when i forget
fuck a friend
all i need is scrim and my kin
days looking grim
goosebumps on my skin
hope the reaper coming
hope my demise begin
fill my veins with heroin poking through my skin
this is the end
all the way

[HOOK]

[VERSE II: LIL LONELY]

one day i'll become the same
a pile of ashes forgotten in a vase
wrap my chain around the base and then put it on display
flashing lights they shine so brightly
until there's blackouts every night
see shattered glass rain from the sky
beware my drip that shit so blinding
white gold blade on a bright gold chain
ruby da cherry been hated so why the fuck would i not stay the same
every step that ruby take is like he walking on a plank
let the waves crash down
let them take me to my grave
ain't no way my gang ain't grey
thousands of people are shouting for $UICIDE to save the day
roll up in the tank 
fuck the fame
remember my name until your memory fades
documenting the plague until my dying day

NICOTINE PATCHES

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[VERSE I: YUNG MUTT]

used to smoke crack now i count fucking racks
mack daddy smack licking a powder bag
back on my bullshit 
white benz coupe fit 3 in the back and that's not including your bitch, too
shit
mutt hit the blunt like a bum
slick in the cut with a cut
no we never gave a fuck
here i come suck it up
bitch i'm fucked
lead in the brain i got tar in the lungs
threads full of stains in my car fucking slumped
nothing to gain i got nothing but bad fucking luck
lean the seat back as i swerve and i crash
yeah theres blood mixed with glass as my dreams turn to black
i'm ash
put em in the back
no strap in the backpack
just a bunch of trash
told zac:
if we ever fell off with G59 or FTP let's just be terrorist n blow up on NBC

[VERSE II: TONY WIT DA TOMMY]

this for any pussy boy wanna act up
find yourself dead with no guts
voice in my head saying "kill yourself"
so
so
so i wrote a note
hot boy turned cold
to whom it may concern
fuck you and the world
nurse these xanax
anxiety on panic
fuck
fuck
FUCK
i got to go
i got a 60 pack waiting at home
feel like a zombie
i'm all alone
everyone clones
please tell your bitch to stop hitting my phone
before i put the .45 at your dome lil bitch
hollow tips to the whole motherfucking game
hollow tips gonna insert in my brain

BRING OUT YOUR DEAD

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[VERSE I: Ruby da Cherry]

yeah, i was the wave but now i feel the tide pulling back
ocean flat
often i lay in this coffin
sleep on my back
toss a couple of them back
my liver really starting to slack and i can feel my lungs decaying from the cigarette packs
i havent thought of $UICIDE since i was living in the back of Blackout's pad
my heart torn in half
now i've got everything i ever wanted, but now i don't want it
i feel like i'm haunted i feel like i'm cursed
hopefully soon i'll return to the dirt
a material world with a virtual nerve
bitch i see what it's worth
toss me out on the curb
leave me behind
walk a straight line to hell
as yall swerve away lost in the choice not to sell
roll me up a blunt
i need to get lost
all yall talk bout sauce
i'm wiping frozen cuts with frost
i'm slicing open guts and tossing frauds off to the side
half of $UICIDE a couple million now who ready to fucking die

[VERSE II: SLICK SLOTH]

two cups and a bad bitch
then i pop me a xanax quick
call shake when i need that fix
call nick when i need that itch
call krez just to pop on 'phetamine
max beck in the back pop seventeen
yung kurt cobain with the heroin
slick love drugs over everything
shooting stars up in my veins whoa
but look at your bank rool
so?
just spend it on more dope
more woes
fuck you care for?
but lately i feel guilty i feel so badly
they say i made it and that should be satisfactory
lately i feel like i have nobody
all alone in an empty hotel lobby
4 AM praying can i get some rest
dreams of $UICIDE and the need for death

KING TULIP

[VERSE I: OG Corpse]

The fuck I need with life?
life is what needed me
they looking around for who?
who the fuck gonna save me?
Yung Christ been dodging death
dodging death done became my thing
take my chances with the glock
cock it back and let nina sing
looking out my window
feel my pulse going down
been mixing chemicals trying to find a compound
I don't wanna feel a thing
give me the drugs numb the pain
get away
fuck out my face
you want to switch?
well here's my place
bitch you can take it
how the fuck does it look from my view?
tell me what you thinking
it ain't all that it seems when you got to face it huh?
save lives daily but I can't save me, nah
all that glitters ain't gold
ain't that the saying? 
fuck

[VERSE II: George Washington's AR-15]

catch me at the cemetery visiting my enemies
gripping the machete
glistening it's rinsed and ready
reflecting wishes of death
if mine is selected tonight, I know the devil's sweating
"You have until I count to seven to escape" he threatened
please bury me
under the cherry tree
standing on the floor of my grave pissing on my destiny
rejecting death
gasp for breath
my existence they'll be questioning
ruby back from the dead and better than ever
yeah, I guess we'll see
panoramic views of me whipping the Panamera is infinitely better than me dead and gone 
on Nutella interior leather
chain still swanging
only now it makes my neck hurt
rain or shine
Grey*59 can measure up in any weather

I NO LONGER FEAR THE RAZOR GUARDING MY HEEL (IV)

$UICIDEBOY$

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