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[HOOK: Slick Sloth]
100 K on a fuck boy
fuck i look like?
think i trust boys?
fulla hate
i'm a killjoy
slicky riding on blades like a hot boy
50 K on the chain
grey-grey
it's a gang
loaded K's leave a stain
fucking right i'm out my brain

[VERSE I: Slick Sloth]
spin the block out with the glock out like a menace
gimme a minute ima make sure that it's finished
if i'm riding better call and say your penance
shoulda listened to your bitch in the beginning
K-I double L E-R
so many bodies made a hobby out the ER
rolling with oddy
smoking that gaudy for my leisure
whipping the mazi
pumping the shotty
trigger squeezer
breaking a bitch
swerving the benz
fuck an amends
gunning and fucking
i murdered her pussy and her friend
my reality is real i don't pretend
i just learn to blend in with the sin
here we go again here we go
wanna come and try slicky?
you should know i got 1000 ways for you to end in yellow tape
and i got plenty people round me wanna earn their way

[HOOK: That Guy with the Diamond Horns]
100 K on a fuck boy
fuck i look like?
think i trust boys?
fulla hate
i'm a killjoy
slicky riding on blades like a hot boy
50 K on the chain
grey-grey
it's a gang
loaded K's leave a stain
fucking right i'm out my brain

[VERSE II: That Guy with the Diamond Horns]
100 K for the car
half a mil for the addiction
they shipped me off to rehab because i started questioning my existence
gimme them prescriptions and i'll show you repitition
stubborn motherfucker
you know ruby never listens
GREY*59
buying time til the grave
time flying everyday
sign my name
i'm confined to the page
until a spine and a stain is the only thing remaining
pulling up mercedes bitch i'm pushing up daisies
vision always blurry and my memory hazy
grey bandana out the window waving while i'm racing
raising my hand to the sky and tell the angels come and take me
awaken my demons
bringing me down to my knees
they wanna break me
they wanna isolate me
leave me naked fucking shaking
grippind the .380
voices telling me i'm crazy
sold my soul
i'm grey until my final destination

Materialism as a Means to an End

MATERIALISM AS A MEANS TO AN END

[VERSE I: Northside Shorty]
it's that demented motherfucker
i'm kicking it with my brothers
repping the *59
you know GREY the fucking color
my gat screaming "kill 'em, wetto, hit 'em where they lay!"
smoking 'em like some indo
let the pistol up and spray
never could be fucked with
my dick they love to suck it
they calling me game 7 slick
i switch a bitch like subjects
pull up continental
make a hoe get sentimental
i got 18K in dental
balling with no fundamentals
michael jackson off a thriller dose
hold off on the killer dose
cooking up in a rental
"BAM!"
Emeril with the chemical
northside general
pull up in that benz
forgis turn it something cynical
anyway
think i'm bout to die by anyday
half high pass five
rolling up that mary jay
i might drop 30 like Curry with no NBA
hop out Eddie Murray with the stick and let it swing away
hot boy turn the block out
pimping out the crack house
macking up on these bitches
flew a hoe to fuck from krakow
my dick threw her back out
packed and flew her back out
been running and gunning and fucking
all while tripping in a black out
mane it's the killer
northside guerilla
mom and dad both friends and my ex a pill dealer
tell me who keep it realer?
there's no drug i ain't touched
Basquiat you face and i Banksy your face up
boy aim with your face up
they clowns with no make up
this me before warm ups
i ain't even laced up
fuck boy get your rank up
robbing and dealing and homicide
Spice 1 wetto from the ghetto
i was born to die
let 'em fry



[VERSE II: Southside Shorty]
ruby getting up in them gizzards
neck look like a blizzard
keeping an eye on these snakes in the grass so i move just like a lizard
backwood tastes vanilla
popping pain killers
grip the .45
i feel like the grey gorilla
chickenheads flocking
they think i'm a quesadilla
beating up the pussy i must be a lady killer
papa pine break your spine
rub her clit like it's a vibe
now she's asking what's my sign so i threw up the *59
i'm the lord of the 7th ward
pick the lock of heaven's door
feel no need to settle scores
leave pussies red and sore
never called her back she breaking down like metalcore
everybody steals my sauce like they fiending for peppercorn
check the score
GREY*59 5 and 0 in the 4th 
what a chore
rolled a blunt so big we'll have to light it with a torch
whip looks like it might've lost the second world war
ruby such an animal
7th ward dragon
when i breathe it's fucking flammable
keep my click tight and isolated like we cannibals
all these fucking chains
you would think i'm wearing mannacles
yea bitch tell what's happening
dick so big i'll turn her pussy to the grand canyon
all my haters pussy like i keep on smelling salmon
keep it old school
i might pull up with a cannon
yeah bitch tell me what it is
wake up with a smile picking out the right fit
oj in the morning like i stabbed a white bitch
every color in the fucking rainbow sucked my white dick

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Sing Me a Lullaby, My Sweet Temptation

Fucking Your Culture

FUCKING YOUR CULTURE

The Thin Grey Line

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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

$UICIDEBOY$ x GERM - 20TH CENTURION

[VERSE I: WHO BOY BOY]

definition of the living dead
got a dead bitch giving head
tulip flowers growing on my bed
rust and blood settle on my lead
broken soul but i'm breaking bread
head dreaded boy from Waggaman
Petey Pablo shirt off
but no swinging like a helicopter
got it covering this chopper
spitting out them yoppas
got the drama with the lama
i can get you to nirvana
run them pockets proper
we create our own karma
balboa out the magnolia
northside soulja
need the keys to the rover
yung scarecrow

[VERSE II: LIL WAAAAAA]

ruby the fucking ape
ruby the fucking orangutan
mumbling nothing
just the discussion of public destruction
i'm up in flames
the soulja by the lake
feeling like i'm in the navy, but i pull up in the tank 
sipping the tang out of an AK
kangaroo the next lane
lame move you looking plain
can't redo the flex mane
camo on my body like i just got back from war
i heard a bang in the bank
ben frank on the floor
back in New Orleans, now everybody wanna score
i'm trying to finesse the lesser into something more
i'm drawing a blank on who the fuck you is

KILL YOURSELF Part XII: The Dark Glacier Saga

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Grey Gods (Feat $uicideboy$) [Prod.By Tacet]

[Verse: LIL CUT THROAT]

Ate a couple jiggas with that Glock on my side
Riding, hanging out the window, screaming "Who wanna die?"
Savage lil addict with 100 bad habits
Say "I need prayer," all I need is my ratchet
Pull up, swang with the blade
Then I pray over dead prey
Banging grey till my grave
Milli rock, sa passe
What that mean? I don't know, took about four Xans today
Sipping lean, dying slow, drugs make me feel okay
Jackal from the flames, make a stang of a bitch like you
Fuck the 12, fuck the cops, we ain't forgot about you
Kill mo', kill mo'
Gleesh walk on a sack
Burn a half a mil in cash
Fuck that paper, turn it ash
Walk away and start to laugh
"Ha-ha-ha-ha ha-ha"
No more, I got cash, cash, cash, and cars and broads
Hit that seven figure mark without an A&R
$carecrow walking in the fog
Life got worse than it was before, ho

[VERSE II: LIL INFECTED]

Prolly cop a script of roxys
Oddy kinda sloppy
Got me dodging all these bodies
Body bag em in the lobby
Dropping adderall in alcohol and then i pop a fucking oxy
I'm a zombie
I'm a motherfucking dead man walking
Speak on oddy name
It's just another dead man talking
Got these dead man stalking
Copy silhouette chalky
Typing out your problems
Just another red handed hawking
Cherry flavored dick
Ruby got these chicken heads squawking
Do it how i does it yeah fuck the way they say they taught me
Please just fucking off me
Plague is pleading for diseases so yall get the fuck up off me
Only saying cheese when i ask how much they brought me
Fuck a frame freeze
Command delete on these fucking paparazzi offspring