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[VERSE I: Lil Oozing]
living on this earth is parallel to living in hell
i can't seem to break the spell
detach my soul and separate my cells
let my spirit dwell inside another realm
throw my lifeless body down the haunted wishing well
my carcass starts to swell
the explanation's that i fell
at the hour of my death make sure they swing from broken bells
wipe the blood off of my face but leave the stains on my lapel

[VERSE II: Lil Hurt]
horrifying images on replay in me mind
come take a walk with me and see the other side
counting down the days until me sacrifice
secret seances me feel the poltergeist
come and play down by the river
got 59 killers in masks
scarecrow deliver the pull of a trigger
while you fucking die and i laugh
hear the sounds
demons surround
swell from the ground
feel the flames
we drown in pain
let's die in vain, mane

Long Term Effects of SUFFERING

DEGENERATION IN THE KEY OF A MINOR

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[VERSE I: Northside Shorty]
the one pulling all them robberies
the boy who's born from scarecrow
came up from the slums
walking product of the ghetto
i can't feel my face but feeling great as the vice goes
round and round and pound for pound
life going in a circle
from pentagrams to instagram
how i mainstream the 6
them boys can hate
i got their fate
suck on my dick
AKs all around me
wanna die
pick out a stick
grave been dug
load up a slug
lay him to rest up in a ditch

[VERSE II: Southside Shorty]
southside shorty
outside early morning
not a knock
empty out the glock
dot in front the 40
turning you into a pouring 40
or i'll come back when you're poor and 40
take it how you want 
take it as a warning
don't ever ignore me
hide behind the door
me and the fellas bring the storm
we'll keep it coming
mixing up milligrams with millimeters
9 in the chamber
got 30 inside the heater
bloody nose i smell the reaper
smoke surrounds my steps
i'm either choking on breath or reefer
coughing til my death
i'm eager
leaving all my fans as grievers

LIGHTING THE FLAMES OF MY OWN PERSONAL HELL

LYRICS-
[VERSE I: RUBY DA ARCHANGEL]

when i die auction off all my body parts
lets see what oddy costs
under my skull the shotty's cross
got all these opps on my dick like it's made of metal
making so much money it's like my boss is the devil
she loved me she loves not i done ran out of petals
littered the ground with rose bits ill grip this thorny stem forever
a portrait of my pain an homage to my suffering
same tale i been uncovering
im staining the whole world grey yall get back to coloring
in this mental prison im locked up like a pitbulls jaw

[VERSE II: HALF CIG]

Slickity slickity sloth
Thug Bach
Shoot up the mass
It will B minor
Jabbing my arm no Pfizer
Dick cuffed like it cum with priors
Liars, All around me talking hugs and love
Attaching kisses that come with wishes for death so they can touch my trust
Fuck
That’s some hard mother fucking truth
Still contemplating suicide
Just upgraded a couple coupes
Morally bankrupt
Call a skank up
To pretend she love me
“But I do love you”
hoe don’t talk while you fucking sucking

[RUBY DA ARCHANGEL]: 
uhhhh
should we?
i...
that was a lil short bruh

[HALF CIG]
well 
fuck, bro

[RUBY DA ARCHANGEL]: 
can we?

[HALF CIG]:
i just did 8 bars cuz i thought you said all you had to say

[RUBY DA ARCHANGEL]: 
i got-
i got more shit to say, broke
like...

[HALF CIG]:
well i mean...

[RUBY DA ARCHANGEL]: 
what?
tell me

[HALF CIG]:
they saying you lost touch...

[VERSE III: RUBY DA ARCHANGEL]

who the fuck said ruby done lost his touch?
blame my success on lots of luck
but lots of luck didnt get your bitch unfucked
blame my absense on the fact that my dick got stuck
call me evergreen
your bitched never seemed like she lost touch
begging me she wants her jaw fucked
withdraw from dope before i withdraw my cash
use her tongue to collect ash
for the stash i guess ill smash
pull off in a gle wagon fucked up i might crash
just thoughts and feelings from the half of me that is white trash

[VERSE IV: HALF CIG]

Bitch I cheated death
Ain’t a thing that I can’t do
Manipulation shorty
I could sell ice to Nanook
I could sell ice to the jeweler
I could sell Christ like I’m Judas
Self righteous type of a shooter
Make my life insurance shoot up
Wet screwed up
Product of my environment
My therapist was talking Freud
I rolled my eyes Then fired the bitch
Why would I quit?
My drug of choice is overdosing duhhh
My dick got no limits
I’m master p pimping
And making them bitches say ughhhhh

[OUTRO: RUBY DA ARCHANGEL & HALF CIG]

rain, rain
go away
200 on the dash
watch me hydroplane
gang, gang
gang’s all grey
from new orleans to ottawa
from atlanta to the bay

THE_EVIL_THAT_MEN_DO

[Verse I: Scrim]
Lil Scotty in the mazi go to war like bush
I been running through New Orleans like I’m Reggie bush
Kush lit it’s the pimp from the underground G
North north out the trench I keep death around me
Fuck you mean
It’s that fiend
Middle fingers stay up
I got them bitches
They praying up to me like Slicky the devil or something
Hand of God
Direct the mob
To pull up and put an end date on your life
But it don’t stop there
We come in and share
The other bullets with the whole second line
God damn
Ima psycho when I’m manic
God damn
Im fucking dykes my dick got magic
My doctors deemed me sick as fuck I guess I’ll manage
Just ice me up when I take that dirt nap with them maggots

[Verse II: Ruby]
flex my winter garments
something fine up under my armpit
just another bitch i harvested
i reap what i sow
all day plowing in the garden
spread my seed on these hoes
oddy got them thotties
on they knees bout to choke
southside shawty
put the ice in isolated
all these bitches think im lonely
but really im fuckin flakey
all these bitches tryna holla
but their voice is always shakin
i got a long ass bridge to get across baby
you wont get passed these ribs
make sure my heart dont cave in
would you really be bout it if i wasnt famous?
always tryna get my money i call that “juicy j-ing”

[Verse III: Germ]
swervin’ lanes
catchin’ plays
stars in the cullinan
jets finna pull it in
hoes in the hangar
scopes on the banger
she need some money i pay her
i’ll see ya later
ruby the mayor
scrimmy came round with them flavors
bitches chew us now and later
beating these bitches like walker texas ranger
i flipped me some whips
i flipped me some hoes
you know how that shit go
i’m out the door with cash for them bows
i ain’t even up my pole
these niggas hoes
i won’t fold
can’t hold my tongue no more
let’s go chops out lookin’ for foes
wait watch my story unfold
hope i don’t get knocked off
visvim socks off
suck me til she lockjaw
forgis with the top off
my wrist gone pop off
molly look like rock salt
my nigga let shots off
we done took his top off

DIRTIESTNASTIEST$UICIDE

Sorry for the Delay

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Don't lack (Remix)

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DIRTY NASTY SUICIDE

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[VERSE 1: NORMAN AROMIC] 

hold up
po’ me up
double the cup just to cut the stress in half
guess who the fuck left
after all is said and done regret the past
best move along got a long way to go
i dont know
i dont know
i dont know
shawty i dont mind but your always on my mind
think about you all the time
think about you all the time
where the fuck was i when this relationship dried
i was probably (too) high to realized you left my side
i will finally give out and die
i would love it if you bring me flowers if you come by
if you come around

[VERSE 2: ANTHONY MARS]

$uicide been on my mind
Pour my heart on the concrete every fucking time
Each time you left
Feels like you died
Depressed and I don’t wanna go on any longer
Delusions keep me going
Illusions keep me hoping
Parachute woven from broken down
Men - are from Mars
But there’s nothing but cold
Grow up all alone
No fam
No home
So I do drugs just to numb up
Yea I do drugs when I wanna
Back off the Xans
Five in the morning
Ain’t tryna come down
Ain’t tryna be sober

I Want to Die In New Orleans

MEET MR. NICEGUY

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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

[VERSE I: Norman Atomic]

booked a first class flight
fly me anywhere
making sure it's somewhere far away
awake me when we land
I never thought that I would be a millionaire
never in my life
on the verge of suicide
I told the world "It's you or I"
I have two sides
one that wants to see you all thrive
and one that wants to see you die
fancy cars and clothes homes
wrecked and abandoned
now you're regretting that loan
money on my mind
i lost track of time
tried to spend it all in one night
now i'm broke until i've died

{VERSE II: Anthony Mars]

came home late night
hugging on my parents tight
told me that they missed me
followed by another fight
wait
Facebook, Gram likes
how you doing on the mic?
how you doing on the road?
I ain't trying to tour no more
fucking all these hooes only left me with a bigger hole
popping pills every night
rotten on the inside
pain covered red eyes
don't know how to get by
all they see is dollar signs
scott done got itemized
manifested suicide