☠️TRIPLE SIX ALL MUTHA FUCKING DAY LONG Y'ALL CUNT ASS BITCHS FUCK THE WORLD☠️

THIS MUTHA FUCKING SHIT GOES SO GOD DAMN HARD CUZ!!! WEST SIDE ROLLIN 30'S

The whole addiction started wit Antarctica😮‍💨

verse 1: Ruby
verse 2: Scrim
verse 3: Kold-Blooded

art by @tsunamirose.
mixed by @hogish75.

[Verse 1: (Ruby)]
Bitch I don't give a fuck, just put me in the dirt
Lightin' up another blunt cuz this one almost burnt
Look at me now, bitch I'm full of fucking worms
Fuck school, fuck work, fuck god
Fuck the church, fuck the cops
Fuck the world, in the mouth
Leave my pearl, in it's throat
Then its back to the [Mo?/Note?]
Wit yo girl or you hoe
(wait was that even ya bitch? i dont even fucking know
Can't keep up wit yung snow)

[Verse 2: ($crim)]
Got a blunt laced with snow
666 below
Pistol grip on yo hoe
Then i let that bitch go
It's the return of tha mack
Swisher laced with crack
Let the knife cut back
When im crazy off the sack
All these bitches on my dick
Smokin in the sticks
Clickin' off that ana
Roll that thai like alabama
Bitch i'm i'm MC with that Hammer
Aesthetic
Duckin the slammer
Sippin' out the baby bottle
Smokin' out in my impala

Dollars dollars by the thousand
Can't get paid by no hour

Dollars dollars by the thousand
Can't get paid by no hour

[Verse 3: (Kold-Blooded)]
Nah
I put in work every minute
Betta believe dat im'a kill it
I'ma ride
Till the muthaphukkain wheels fall off
I'm takin it back
When i come up with da craft
Cuz ive never been Act
Underground til my casket drops
I'm smokin in the darkness
(all you seein is my eyes)
[red and bright]
Flow like im posessed
Commitin suicide
Spittin verbal homicide
Let'em die........
Watchin angels cry.........
Dust'em off , like all my ashes
See you fall, while i get high...
Hit'em in da head
Wit da unexpected
Unpredictable
Like Mystikal
Burn'em in a hole
Wit da rest of da hoez
Dat's hatin'
Satan
I'm waitin
For you to call me back..........
I've made my
Donation
But wealth is what i lack
I spit in-cantations
These fools can't hold me back
Just rewind
My statements
And have a fucking blast.....

Kold-Blooded - 666 Below (ft. $UICIDEBOY$) (prod. by $crim) (2015)

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DIRTY NASTY SUICIDE

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[Verse 1: Lil' Cut Throat]

i got gorillas that surround me
bitch i'm caesar
they know what I'm bout
that boy out the south
forever i'm grieving
pussy boy back up off me before you bleeding
we them crooks, bitch i'm taking what i'm needing
rule number one i'm never shitting where i'm sleeping
think you the one, but i'm the one that they call Jesus
made masterpieces 
left the country
stamped some visas
this now my kingdom
put my flag up then i'm leaving
rest in pieces

[Verse 2: Lil' Oozing]

fuck boy pull up with a pistol gripped
lil bitch what the fuck you think this is?
this ain't a game
we ain't playing
this is it
those fangs in your throat's range
boy get a grip
shadow expanding without a cloud in the sky
black spot where the sun once was
it's that full moon
bullet proof goon looming in a tomb
chewing up someone's buzz
never releasing the dove
keep em locked up and let em rot
let the whole flock gather in a spot
there's a hole marked "rather end a plot" flooded with bugs
the blood that floods us pools at the root of the crop

Eternal Grey

CHARIOT OF FIRE

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[VERSE I: YUNG MUTT]

i'm the type of person to burn alive while on a sinkin' ship
flickin' ash out of my lash
i know what yall been thinkin' bitch
$UICIDE
fuck 'em all
i'm drench in gasoline and lit
then $lick will tell yall fuck boys grab a broom and gon and sweep the shit
i don't give a fuck about the internet
motherfuck the illusion
yall confused
don't get my image yet
666 for life
grey my fuckin' army stripes
yall keep flossin'
yall keep ballin'
all yall caught up in a net

[VERSE II: LIL CUT THROAT]

call your patrol man
i've been programmed to fear no man
you see these tats all on my face? 
i don't have no care 
i walk around in any city like my home there
you want war, motherfucker, but yet to declare
hop on a chariot
ridin' through heaven
i'm aiming a .45 at your god
$carecrow the scariest
cut throat the deadliest 
frozen $hogun at my side
every night rise and die
grey five nine the parasites
who am i? anti-christ
the one who makes hades flames ignite


[VERSE III: GERM]

catchin' top in the whip
ridin' cruisin' wylin'
just take a look at me
i'm booted and ashy
talkin' down bout a stupid bitch
lookin' for a stupid lick
you really new to this
been on my bullshit gucci linen draped on my women
sinnin' with women out here pushin' limits
worry bout me you stupid nigga
stack digits
up my heat in public
air 'em out if they get ignorant
left 'em heaven sent
his partner called on christ, but he irrelevant
lurkin' the pit
die bout my shit
just look at the wrist, ain't no slits but it drip
ronda roussey in the audi with me
knock a nigga out for me
love that bitch

DIRTIERNASTIER$UICIDE

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[VERSE I: LIL MURDER]

bitch i step in your hood like its fly by night
you got the nine?
that's alright cause hoe i aint afraid to die
squeeze the trigger little pussy
see your hand shaking
when yung christ get to walking all the earth shaking
koopsta knicca reborn out the voodoo village
all these rappers fuck boys
and i've been sent here to pillage
fuck a image
this my business that i put on record
you mother fuckers dr. hyde
and i'm mr. jekyl
better yet the devil
anti-christ dripped in gold
flip the cross on the chain
make sure these mother fuckers know
scarecrow and yung snow
we see you bitches biting
all these posi mother fuckers screaming "suicidal"
eat my rifle

[VERSE II: YUNG OOZE]

lucifer telling me that i better be in reverie 
lucifer begging me to return home
travel the seven seas
ruby the cherry been burying memories
cherishing dead enemies
never returning the throne
please leave me the fuck alone
fuck a hoe plug up her soul
find a puddle grab a shovel
let's keep digging them holes
the grass is always stained red
when you slit your wrist
grave wet from the rain
dead weight
remain dead and wait
forever the grey
forever the grey
forever the grey and the five and the nine and remember my name
remember my name
remember my name when i die
don't reply to the devil inquiring
souls for admiring
satan perspiring 
sign on the line
ruby inspiring kids
get in line and see lucifer
buyer beware of the truth and see you can be evil enough to let loose
bitch i got the noose
what the fuck you choose
choose late and lose

KILL YOURSELF Part XI: The Kingdom Come Saga

TEMPLE SPRAY

[VERSE I: ODDY NUFF]

say bitch, who the fuck you think you talking to?
fuck all yall rappers
i'll slap the shit out of an actor and make him act faster
in order to back up the fact that he's fake as fuck
i'm flabbergasted hoe
i'm back in action whoa
i'm lavish
holes up in my bag of slow 
more rolled
blow whole o's
oh no! smoke!
lay low
choke, croak, halo
lazy flow and still i glo a frozen flame
they say they know my name but only say it out of range


[VERSE II: LIL CUT THROAT]

fuck a dead body hoe you already know
i be that skinny white fiend
lil fucking cut throat
no joke
tip toe when i'm creeping in the fucking dark
move slow
sip moe
every time i pop them bars
wanna go toe to toe?
i promise you won't last long
bodies blow
bullets flow
just another sad song
savage with the 'matic
manic that's an addict
all my habits tragic
dirty dancing with the xanax

KILL YOURSELF Part XIV: The Vulture Saga

PUMP FAKE

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.

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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

JUS A LIL SUMN FOR YALL WHILE WE WORK ON THE ALBUM.


[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

PUMP FAKE

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