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[Verse 1: Northside Shawty]

it's that motherfucking hot boy bouncing off the northside
fuck em like KY
murder with no alibi
pawn to the game
hit a vein with a prick
might leave you rotten with them maggots in a ditch
but you got to be real to be a northside killer
got to be real to be a 7th ward hitter
got to be real to be a west bank killer
$uicide off the porch
we them triple 6 sinners
migity motherfucker what don't you understand?
i'm slickity sloth the fucking slenderman
motherfuck you
no i can't fuck with you
i done glo'd up and you acting real bitter
child ass motherfucker let me call a babysitter
before you throw another shot maybe you should reconsider
we the grey to the grave, the clip to the mac
we the ones who run the race
you the ones we overlap

[Verse 2: 7th Ward Lord]

yung pimp from Gentilly
where the concretes littered with them empty Philly blunt wraps, where the liquor floods
racks in my safe kept safe
7th ward by the lake
come and see bitch i'm sick like a plague
hold up lil woadie
that ain't what he told me
uptown killers by the river is nothing holy
except for your white T
red dots bleeding in the hot sun
time to grab an ice tea
survival is unlikely
gorilla in the tank yelling "where they at?!"
reminiscent of the 1990s
platinum fucking blades chopping up the tracks
hoodrats acting fiesta
murder murder nightly
if you from the 7th ward won't you make noise?
them fucking grey gorillas by the lake, $uicideboy$
if you from the northshore won't you make noise?
them fucking grey gorillas by the lake, $uicideboy$
if you from the west bank won't you make noise?
them fucking grey gorillas by the lake, $uicideboy$
if you from the crescent city won't you make noise?
them fucking grey gorillas by the lake, $uicideboy$

Eternal Grey

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[Verse 1: 7th Ward Charizard]

Bitch, i be that 7th ward dragon
Make a wish, I'll fucking grant
$uicide taken for granted
Burn a fuckboy until he's blackened
Burn a fuckboy until he's charred
7th ward charizard
Bitch, i break the fucking law by pulling over cop cars
Fuck a pig trying to cuff my wrist
Then he saw the slit
"oh shit! this that oozing motherfucker from the pit!"
7th ward lord grab his sword and sliced a fucking bitch
Now I'm swerving in the 'vic about to ride off of a cliff, bitch

[Verse 2: Lil' Half Cut]

Break the law say fuck a pig
Always on that devil shit
Killers from the northside rolling in the 7th bitch
Buck em down and bust em
Baptized in that tussah
Half cut getting masked up coming to rush 'em
Passing judgement on a bitch
Throw em in the river
$uicidal killer better known as $lick the ripper
Stoned to the bone
Me and oozing got the thrown
All alone with the tone
Let the bullets take me home, yeah

BREAKDALAW2K16 (FEAT. POUYA)

DIRTIERNASTIER$UICIDE DROPS FEB 21

[VERSE I: NORTHSIDE SHAWTY]

it's that gutter motherfucker from the northside
gold up on my teeth i got the frost bite
still up in my hood but my bands right
smokin' rock tar out the glass pipe
swervin' while i'm passin' up the red lights
couple xannax in me
need my mind right
everybody say goodnight to the bad guy
i'm from a place in the dark where the dead die
fuck your motherfuckin' camera if you (cash me ousside)
when it comes to heaven's gates you can (cash me ousside)
$lick rick how i pimp on a bitch how bow dah
slit wrist drip drip til i end
$UICIDE

[VERSE 2: PAPA PINE]

frozen posted with a script bottle open
drippin' like a faucet broken
you think that you the fuckin' wave?
i got the ocean flowin'
you think that you won't catch the fade
yung $now be fuckin' lokin'
turn your head to marmalade then light a blunt i'm fuckin smokin
chokin
i got 10 i'm bout to hang
pussy boy claim that he mispoke and now he boastin third coast
i'm dirty south i'm swangin' blades just like a fuckin frozen shogun
sip a spell 
some muddy potion
pull up and i flood the function
got a bag i leave it close and money come and go
sometimes you broke
sometimes you loaded
i feel so broke i need to get loaded
fuck you
always been my slogan
curvin hoes and blowin o's
i'm slowly rollin' potent
gonna overdose
at least i'm hopin

[VERSE: BEER CAN DAN]

bags to get
only select few fuck the rest
big ass rude lil bitch
swallow the stick
30 round sack left her wet
bags of cess
hit the button for the top on the 'vette
bet that hoe ain't never seen nun like this
big pun rocks on my wrist
i bet you love me bruh
you look just like me
fuck
back to back sluts
no fucks
just sucks
at ease boy catch up
front of saks
5 fifths
smoke sac
i just wanna dab
too much passion kiss my ass
pull of in the jag
gucci my v guts
can't be touched
came in broken pick me up
young niggas out here know wassup
back up the coupe
big boof
neck bein thrown she the truth
bow down salute
ski mask tucked tight
weak ass crumb gimme the loot

DIRTIERNASTIER$UICIDE

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[VERSE I: YUNG OOZE]

posted with the blunt and i don't need to take no fuckin pictures
fuckin wit yo bitch she keep on sendin me all type of pictures
been a duck
jukin and dodgin all these unzipped zippers
i don't trust no hoe
screenshots posted when i'm scrollin insta
gram in the wood
i don't give a fuck bout who is wit you, who you know, and what you did
i'll be smokin til i get blisters
pass it to the mirror
hit it twice and pass it back
smoke a sac
spill some act
got a tombstone fuck a plaque

[VERSE II: LIL REMAINS]

creep at night
look for homicide
those i want to die
i am anti-christ
your saviour
the god in flesh tonight
lullabys im singing with blood coming down my eyes
walking over dead who's full of lead
i had to kill him in my torture chamber, yeah
koopsta kincca told me do it so i could not say no to him
no no no no
how many times i said it that i want to go
glock to my temple
devil tells me no

[VERSE III: MAXO KREAM]

you steady postin with that burner
you ain't shoot shit
you just takin pictures
44 nickel hit ya
hollow split ya
t-shirt with your picture
activist come get your issue
blow like tissue
smoke like swisher
pull up to your residential
we can't find you
shoot your sister
2 23s through your window
trigger maxo bitch you know my name
joysticks like nintendo
since you niggas think that it's a game
call of duty tactics with that plastic
stretch you like elastic
flip em like gymnastics
acrobatic
fuck an open casket

KILL YOURSELF Part XV: The Coast of Ashes Saga

PICTURES (FEAT. MAXO KREAM)

[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

WITHDRAWALS/WITHDRAWALS

[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

KILL YOURSELF Part XVI: The Faded Stains Saga

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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

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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

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[VERSE I: LIL REMAINS]

walk up out the womb with my middle fingers up
for my cousin, i'm bussing
got the nina tickety tucked
smoking with the devil on that level
paranoid n shit
got me on another binge
twisted on that dope n shit
i lose my mind
spree of crime
in the midst of time
blood in my eyes when i look into the high tide
moon rise
rose up as the anti-christ
here to terrorize
sleepy hollow with this slice
good night


[VERSE II: ROMEO DA BLACK ROSE]

trine be the most hated motherfucker
fuck a name
fuck a number
all i see is lame motherfuckers
keep me ducking
i'll keep trucking
ruin something
turn to nothing
me and my cousin fucking struggling
me and my cousin fucking hunting
fuck a friend
where my enemies?
who is who?
nothing to prove
fuck a flex
i'll flex my bills
i'm stressed
i ain't got nothing to lose
i'm depressed
i been a mess, but nonetheless got nothing to choose
nothing to gain
nothing but proof
nothing to change

I Don't Want to Die in New Orleans

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Welcome to the chop street

Dead bodies hanging by they feet

You see this demon when I walk

You hear this evil when I speak

Mark of the beast

When I reap I claim your soul as mine to keep

And in the middle of the night

I’m looking for some blood to leach

Catch your throat missing

Fresh blood spitting out your teeth

But I still practice what I preach

Give his family time to weep

I’m at the crossroads

You make a deal I got just what you need

But just know when your time is up

Them hellhounds coming out to feast

I done slit my wrist so much

I guess I’ll never get to feel

Yeah this demon I got’s real

He just showed me how to kill

Cloaked in hoodies

Crooked daggers

Demon sigils

Candles lit

See that full moon in the night

We bout to sacrifice yo Bitch



She lookin like Megan fox

Double 0 9

Conjugate ya soul

After following the signs

Takin all ya hoes to the road where they hide

Where the spirits stay alive

Skinnin sheep for their hides

You can run from us

You can back out now

But when the sun plummets

You won't camp without

All the voodoo in the night

Know we gotchu in our sight

We gon catch ya by surprise

Gotcha fearin fo ya life



Cest la vie

Tell me what you know

You a Dumb bitch

And I'm Fuckin on ya hoe

When the gun hits

You'll be Sippin on patrone

Thinkin everythang is good

Samsung g note

You cannot fuck with us

You throwin bluffs

Sippin tuss

Ima uppercut

Right through yo face

From a lunge

Pop a lung

Murk ya son

Puttin knives in ya tum

Listening to bone thug while I get the redrum



Redrum, rum, rum

You cannot outrun

I'm goin dumb dumb dumb

Ima get me some

We spillin

Rum, rum, rum

You cannot outrun

I'm goin dumb, dumb, dumb

Ima get me some lil bitch


Bad face

Run up in the place

There’a nowhere to hide

The people here with the cleavers rep for blood and homicide

Murder rate’s high

And the bones gone crush

And the brain turns mush

I wonder why I have to touch

I kill so much

When lost in lust

Smoking with the fable reaper

Have talks between myself

Is there someone else inside

Or is it just that I need help

Mental health is off the tracks

If approached I will attack

No remorse I’m showin ( ?) kill em all

Destructive path

REAPER DEATH SEAL

REAPER DEATH SEAL [FEAT. HAARPER x BAKER YA MAKER] [PROD. SINGE]

2020 BITCH

1998

I. $ C R E W

PRODUCED BY:
I. RIDE ON GROOVE

MKXED BY:

I. BOODANG


LYRICS:  

Summer time, we like to get high (ayyy)
Roll around, all Day and night (ayyy) 
What's on yo mind, girl what's on you (bayy) 
Sacrifice, time for sacriface (bayy) 

Walk in the club and we moving real snorting on cain and I can't feel my toes 
Body real cold and I'm feeling like snow
Left and the right as I dance with a ho
Feeling like heaven I don't wanna leggo
Look in the sky and I fear im alone 
Smoking on blunts to remind me of home 
Drinking and driving hope you calling my phone

Silverback nigga, lil fat nigga lil sacrifice bitch I'm back nigga

I got the gat hoe, don't make me grab hoe

Lil ski mask gimme all the cash hoe

Lil swang and bang, I'm gripping on the grain

Lil murda mane bitch we in this fucking thang 

Bitch we screwed up, get ya loot up, triple six hoe i dont give to fucks

Walking and talking and sippin and limping these bitches they love me they call me big pimpin these niggas they clone me they wanna be screw betta get the fuck off me
I pack the tool and if you wanna get buck I got something for you and crew hope you ready to shoot hope you ready to lose bitch it's life or the death and it's coming for you bitch it's coming for you

Sacrifice and sacrifice the only thing that runs my mind 
Yes I love you but I hate you so I have to take yo life 
Don't you shed a fucking tear bitch promise it will be quick 
Gather up yo thoughts I think it's time we leave this bitch 

Summer time, we like to get high (ayyy)
Roll around, all Day and night (ayyy) 
What's on yo mind, girl what's on you (bayy) 
Sacrifice, time for sacriface (bayy)

1998 (PROD.BY RIDE ON GROOVE)

EVERYTHING IS DEAD (prod. CURTIS HERON) **BONUS TRACK**

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