[LYRICS]
Born to lose, took it from the fool, then I bailed out
Ridin' steamer, got a bag, now I'm back
Born to lose, took it from the fool, then I bailed out
Ridin' steamer, got a bag, now I'm back
Born to lose, took it from the fool, then I bailed out
Ridin' steamer, got a bag, now I'm back
Born to lose, took it from the fool, then I bailed out
Ridin' steamer, got a bag, now I'm back
Born to lose, took it from the fool, then I bailed out
Ridin' steamer, got a bag, now I'm back
Born to lose, took it from the fool, then I bailed out
Ridin' steamer, got a bag, now I'm back

[Bridge]
Yeah, bitch, this shit getting deeper and deeper...

[Verse 1: RAMIREZ]
Keep my name up out your mouth unless you wanna fucking die
Look me straight into my eyes and see the devils deep inside
Creeping slowly out the shadows with an Uzi and a Nine
Tucked away inside the flames is where G*59 will reside
Deeply in love with the murder
Lookin' for bodies so I can just hurt 'em
Throwin' they ligaments inside of rivers
I'm pumpin' the Glock, and I'm pulling the trigger
Not giving a fuck about my life, throw me in the pit
Laying inside of a bathtub, let me slit my fucking wrist



[Verse 2: YUNG $CARECROW]
What you want? Run or you duck
Fifty bumps until I'm slumped
Fifty pumps until you done, $carecrow bathin' in the blood
Nicotine smoke in my lungs, 59 bodies in the trunk
They throwing shade, I shoulder shrug
They wanna hate, don't give a fuck
Catch me runnin' with them thugs
My whole mouth filled up with slugs
My whole life involved with drugs
Looking for the right one, you lucked out
From the bottom of the darkness, bodies dead in the street
I can show you God is dead, come take a walk with me, hoe

[Verse 3: 7TH WARD LORD]
The devil in me got an easy job
Demons in my head, I must confess they speak in tongues
Speaking of my lungs, they seeping blood from chiefin' blunts
7th Ward hot boy, choppa drums
Dragon breathin' in the sun
Reaper cheatin' me, but I'm resisting existence for fun
Diamonds gleaming in the flame, Ruby untamed
A pistol whippin' piston, pistol whip a pussy just for fun
Just for fun, I got a blade I call K.O
I cut them guts like you a slut


[Outro: Buckshot]
Born to lose, took it from the fool, then I bailed out
Ridin' steamer, got a bag, now I'm back
Born to lose, took it from the fool, then I bailed out
Ridin' steamer, got a bag, now I'm back
Born to lose, took it from the fool, then I bailed out
Ridin' steamer, got a bag, now I'm back
Born to lose, took it from the fool, then I bailed out
Ridin' steamer, got a bag, now I'm back

g.r.e.y.g.o.d.s.ii

$UICIDEBOY$ x RAMIREZ Gorilla Warfare

Gorilla Warfare

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KILL YOURSELF Part III: The Budd Dwyer Saga

HEAVILY MEDICATED

KILL YOURSELF Part IV: The Trill Clinton Saga

LO-FI (KILL 'EM ALL) [PROD. NEDARB NAGROM]

KILL YOURSELF Part VII: The Fuck God Saga

VIVIVI (FEAT. RVMIRXZ)

$MOKED OUT, LOCED OUT (PART II) (FEAT. EDDY BAKER)

KILL YOURSELF Part X: The Resurrection Saga

LIMP WRI$T

RVMIRXZ x $uicideBoy$ -Sarcophagus

RVMIRXZ x $uicideBoy$ - Fuck A Hoe (Part II)

$uicideBoy$ x Ramirez - Ashtray (closest to original)

[lyrics]
Nowadays everybody wanna copy and paste
While I lay in my grave and I turn into waste
They all claim that they bass
Claim they ain't fake
Claim they got cake
And they claim they got weight
A bunch of fuckboy traits and you're just another clone
Way back in the day I would catch you alone
Kick doors off the hinges
While I break in your home
Put that chrome to your dome while I break all your bones
I ain't playing little bitch
Candle sticks slow burn watch that clock go tick
Sick lunatic from the pit better known as $lick, hoe


[Verse 3: Oddy Nuff da Snow Leopard]
$now leopard in the desert
Bitch, I'm never gon' feel better
Spare wings, got the four [?]
But I'm never gotta shine, bitch I'm from the NO
Broke as I choke, I ain't never gonna sell my soul for the life with the hoe
See their eyes ever glows
Hypnotize, breaking O's
$uicide, have a go
Keep it on the fucking down low
Keep your crown of gold, bitch, I got that crown of bones
That I'm collecting from the motherfuckers rappin' 'bout the pound of blow
Blow a pound of dro, light that blunt from the five
[?], hoe knockin' on my door
But I keep that bitch shut
Fuckboys in the cuts [?]

[Hook: Supa Sortahuman]
Don't act cocky, don't get sloppy (cocky, sloppy)
Make your own way, you don't even have to copy (copy)
Don't act cocky, don't get sloppy (cocky, sloppy)
Make your own way, you don't even have to copy (copy)
Don't act cocky, don't get sloppy (cocky, sloppy)
Make your own way, you don't even have to copy (copy)
Don't act cocky, don't get sloppy (cocky, sloppy)
Make your own way, you don't even have to copy (copy)

SUICIDEBOYS MAKE YOUR OWN WAY

MAKE YOUR OWN WAY

[LYRICS]
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"

[Verse 1: YUNG MUTT]
Bitch, I be the whore of Babylon, tag along
I got more Adderall, chill out
Bitch, I be the poor vagabond
Spray paint a pentagram on the Pentagon
I'm a gone pecan
Smoking blunts like I'm fuckin' up the Amazon
Spelling Grey with a motherfuckin' epsilon
I can't explain the phenomenon
Runnin' from the cops like a marathon, cut em' to the palm
Sing a sad song to your bitch, now she sendin' me emoticons
Fuck her throat on the intercom
In my locker, there's a bomb, hit a lick at prom
Kill a thousand people, then I yawn
Crack of dawn, smoke a sack, staying calm
Rap game Genghis Khan—ah, fuck!
Popped eight pills, now I'm octagon



[Hook: Juicy J]
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?" ("Grey...")
Thinking, "should I cut they head?" (—Who said that?)

[Verse 2: YUNG $CARECROW]
SixFo' in a '64, with the Tommy gun
Kicked up with a .44, don't know where this from
Sweet lick on a sweet bitch, she used to suck my dick
Told me, "keep it secret, can't make this pub-a-lic"
Xans, son, I got xans, son
Keep yo Fanta, the fours weak
Fuck that codeine, I need that tan, son
Doped up 'till I O.D, ayy, fuck the police
Purple-yellow mix like a fucking Kobe jersey

[Hook]
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"

[Verse 3: RVMIRXZ]
Creepin' through the motherfuckin' darkness
Cold blooded mothafucka', leave a nigga heartless
Regardless, I'm takin' his conscious
Don't fuck around and leave a nigga just like a carcass
Huntin' them busters, takin' them down to the dungeon
Don't make a sound, the devil's comin' 'round the corner
Settin' up for them souls that all hell-bound
Look into my eyes and tell me what you see
And see that a killer is on a killing spree!
Dressed in all black and I'm takin' his life
Live by the sword and you die by the knife! (try it!)
Don't hesitate to take a nigga life real quick
Cause if you do, the nigga is gonna try to take yours, bitch

suicideboys

RAMIREZ Ft. $UICIDEBOY$ OMEN - SLOWED

OMEN - SLOWED