Name: $MOKE A $ACK by $UICIDEBOY$ in delete
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$MOKE A $ACK

$TORAGE

$CRIM - $UICIDE

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KILL YOURSELF Part I: The $uicide Saga

MAPLE SYRUP (FEAT. BONES)

$HROOMHEAD x $UICIDEBOY$ - $U$HI (PROD. BUDD DWYER)

Asphalt - G' Eva

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[VERSE 1: YUNG $CARECROW]

bitches at my burial
trying to touch
$lick so grey no running blood
skull 2 feet he's covered up with dead vines, crows, and liquid Tuss
suicidal holocaust
for the dead i shed a tear
cut fuck boys from ear to ear
you never see me creeping near
triple six
lord infamous
dedicate my soul to he
the scarecrow that had birthed me
screaming Ricky RIP
creep like Koopsta
trizzy trick
the devil's playground in my head
live through me until i am dead
new orleans born but memphis bred

[VERSE 2: YUNG MUTT]

i know motherfuckers wanna be grey
burn a cig in your wrist cauterize your fuckin vein
what a shame fuck boy think he know the game but he don't know shit
cut off his head hand his body to $lick
told him "Do something with this"
burn it into ash
no, put him in a ditch
put him in the trash
even in death he ain't shit
bitch boy didn't even make the motherfucking list
and still Ruby ceases to exist
a whisper in the wind
a whisper on your bitch's lips
spill two drinks for the demons and sins 
i committed to nothing but i committed nonetheless
six wishes for death
holding my breath i got six digits
no seventh number except for my residence
bitch i'm not heaven sent not sent to heaven
got sixes and crucifixes
praisethedevil

Dark Side of the Clouds

praisethedevil

$uicideboy$ – Cup Full of Flames

mixed by @nzabeatz 
mastered by @gucciwitch
art - @sowhatimdead

Thank you @g59
LYRICS:
Verse 1 (Scrim):
They said we wasn't shit, Now they all want to die 
Sold souls grow cold, With the devil on my side
Sippin 4s, swervin' slow, with them 20s on my ride 
Pussy strong because I GLO, but all them hoes they get denied 
Nother bitch, nother day, with another blunt smoked 
Hit the switches on the lake, on my mirror is a rope 
Suicide til we ashes, fit the Nine Grey bastards 
After that just take my urn and fucking dump it on the pastor 

Interlude (Mitchell Bay):
I used to be passive, so when I pass please 
Just grab a wrap and, roll me up and smoke me
I'm talking bout' my ashes, Yeah just let me go off.....

Verse 2 (Ruby Da Cherry): 
I'm from the Se7en, aint no heaven, in my destination
(?) your breath and aiming for the lake 
I'm betting on how long it takes for me to sink below 
I go so low, so low, aint got no hoe I know I'm dead 
Cause when it's cold outside I see no breath 
I know I'm dead 
Because my neck is red from rigamortis 
Settling, I'm settling down underneath the ground, inside the grave 
I slick keep digging, yeah you never finished because death is eternal 
Bitch im Infernal, eternally determined 
To MURDER MYSELF

Verse 3 (Mitchell Bay):
With the pain that I've engraved all up in my sub conscious 
From the self doubt among a couple other problems 
I make my way through the flames 
Unmasked like Kane, brimstones in my pocket 
There ain't shit that you constructed 
So the fuck down is where you can sit 
Ridin round with suicide 
In the N.O. on that Voodoo tip 
When I blow up I'm gonna cop a necklace that's doubles as a belt 
And when I murder myself
Please play reservoir dogs at my celebration of life 
I don't want a funeral I don't want no crying 
Tell my mama that I'm sorry 
This is not her fault 
Remember when I spilt the apple juice in the hall 
Feeding what's eating at me 
I will feast until I starve 
Behaving self destructive 
Hip hop cracked my shell up open 
Unleashed my soul planted a third eye up on my fore
Closing out the openings of stores 
When I go off, when I go off
Feelin like Gorilla Zoe mixtape a month 
I get so lost when I'm in the booth, when I press record 
I just might say THANK YOU BASEDGOD
On a song with $uicideboy$ oh my Lord 
Feelin evil lucid I might peel em like I'm Luca Magnotta 
Rockin Rothco with my papa Derek Deano, bumping Clams Casino 
Wrestling with my demons like Ricky The Dragon Steamboat
MitcHy Man Savage Carlito 
I record on an Apple with a Hawaiian shirt on
Rowdy Roddy Piper mixed with a rowdy mothafucka off the street 
I'm always spittin' one too many

Spotify

Suicide Bay Feat. $UICIDEBOY$ (Prod. $UICIDEBOY$)

ROYAL BY $UICIDEBOY$

[VERSE I: LIL CUT THROAT]

You mother fucker’s pitiful 
I’m too sick of you
I’m a walking visual
You boys refillable
Unforgivable, once you cross me hoe
Now you a mother fucking stain to Lil Cut Throat [pop]

Let the gun bang
Nuts hang
Drug game ain’t the same
“$avage” tatted on my face
GREY Ape
Reason why we hot box
Fuck a badge
Fuck a cop
Even if the ‘K hot
Watch me bust on any block
Northside Knotty
Scope on the shotty
Semi-blow ya body
Tony gripping on the Tommy bitch

I bite the head off a bat like I’m Ozzy
You got a problem mother fucker?
Come and try me
I’m nothing like what you punk boys wanna embody
North, north
East side
Five nine
Tony grippin’ Tommy...
Fuck around
End up get ya body autopsy
I be that walking zombie
Bath salts
Eating bodies
3 choppas and a shotty
Shooting everybody

Cigarette wet
Bumping Boosie Bad Azz
On them drugs, Jiggin’
Jaws locked - clinching
Trigger finger itching
If you think I’m kiddin’...
Smoke leaking from the sticky that we smoking boy
Fuck a backwoods
Swishers what I use boy
Smoke what I choose
Do what I wanna do
Mother fuck you
And your punk friends too, you bitch


[VERSE II: RUBY DA CHERRY]

blunt lit lungs itch bitch i like the sting

smokin potent thinkin im the chosen one bitch im a king

i can hear my dead homies sing

now my eyes always hurtin wipin tears with diamond rings



hol up fuck boy

who the fuck said we cool

man i quit smokin wit hypebeasts back in 2002

what it do

motherfucker ima fool

ruby da cherry is ghoulin with goblins

if you got a problem then you betta move

from the womb to the tomb

bustin out early bustin out soon

black out the city bitch im back on the 30s

in bout 20 minutes we’ll be on the moon uh



drugs got me fucked up

sluts got me drugged up

fuck 

slap my face against a pill to crush it up

government id

helps get me high

seein stars in the mirror like im lookin with a bright beam

lime green paint but the rims lookin spike lee

mighty sloppy might be cocky

an i in the right scene?

highly unlikey and im willin to fuckin bet





leave a pussy wet

then i leave a pussy wet

im a fuckin vet

im a motherfuckin threat

G59 the set

G59 will make you sweat

i dont give a fuck is my fuckin epithet

lace up my nike decades

meet me at heavens gate

7th ward by the lake til my death

I Want to Die In New Orleans

CARROLLTON

I WANT TO DIE IN NEW ORLEANS DROPS SEPT 7
PREORDER: https://suicideboysstore.com

[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

MEET MR. NICEGUY

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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 NO LONGER FEAR THE RAZOR GUARDING MY HEEL (IV)

$UICIDEBOY$ - MY CLOSET IS MY GRAVEYARD {BASS BOOSTED}

“Novus Ordo Seclorum” is the Bonus Track on Dark Side of the Clouds and details Ruby’s painfully misanthropic verse where he adopts a high-pitched singing voice.

The phrase “Novus Ordo Seclorum” (Latin for “New order of the ages”) is the second of two mottos that appear on the back of the Great Seal of the United States and is printed on the back of the United States one-dollar bill. This phrase is synonymous with the “New World Order” conspiracy.

LYRICS:

[Verse 1: YUNG CHRIST]
Blood stained fabric, cotton up in an addict
Life so tragic, seem like death is attractive
You step up into the minds of the crime-infested youth
Ain't no jobs, ain't no stop to this police abuse
So we kill, drill, OD popping pills
Fantasize a steal when you went home without a meal
Welcome to the grave, no debate
*59, 666, the Grey
No escape from my fate, bitch, I'm ready to die today


[Verse 2: PRINCE MONONOKE THE FROZEN SHOGUN]
Fuck the police and judges
Fuck the priest and Gods judgin'
Fuck the state and the public
I wanna see tall skyscrapers crumbling
We all meet the shovel, don't have to act humble
Distance myself from the huddle—nothing but trouble
Find me a nice quiet place in the jungle
Keep it lowkey, keep it subtle
Only a couple allowed in my bubble
Puddle of blood the result of the hustle
Cuddle my drugs by the bundle
My frontal lobe constantly struggle, uh

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