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The Epitome of Depression

$uicideboy$ - My Flaws Burn Through My Skin Like Demonic Flames From Hell

KILL YOURSELF Part I: The $uicide Saga

KILL YOURSELF

MY SCARS ARE LIKE EVIDENCE BEING MAILED TO THE JUDGE

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Gray/Grey

KILL YOURSELF (PART II)

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7th or St. Tammany

DRUGS/HOES/MONEY/ETC.

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[Verse 1: Ruby da Cherry]

hate me or love me
no i don't care it's the same thing
.45 in your face have a great day
*59 be the set bitch i stay grey
okay here i come with the AK
okay Yung Plague got a blank slate
no cake Yung Plague got a blank plate
so grey Yung Plague got to break banks
no pain but i numb myself anyway
renegade gotta get away so i levitate
the human race gotta find a way to renovate
keep it simple bitch i think i'm fuckin Hemingway
gotta find a bitch that i can penetrate
let her know i ain't goin to inseminate 
separate then tell her to go meditate
she got depressed and overdosed now all she do is vegetate

[Verse 2: $lick $loth]

okay hold up
run up in the spot this a stick up
tie the bitch up
time to re-up
hit em with that onomatopoeia
when i speak up bitch i'm Jesus out the freezer because i'm fucking cold
dead
better yet a threat to any motherfucker coming at the fucking set
the $carecrow made out of roaches and locusts
smokers who make waves like Moses no motive
fuckin some coeds that think i'm a poet
but fuck it i pour it til i'm slumped and loaded
reachin my lowest they think i'm heroic
funny to me but they think that i'm chosen
illusions illusions pollutin the humans
one bullet away from my problem's solution
sippin on Houston while i rot and ruin 
almight *59 bitch i die for my union

Now the Moon's Rising

TO HAVE AND HAVE NOT

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[Verse 1: Yung Mutt]

Ruby steady swervin down this muddy road
whip got like 100 spokes
my gas tank needle doesn't show how much gas i'm about to blow
told $lick don't roll down the windows
we'll probably drown just for your info
he rolled the bitch down and let in the minnows
the velvet seats ruined 
they used to be pimp though
swam out the whip
hold my breath 
count to 10
guess this it so we left
got to swim to the surface before we start breathin in water
looked up and saw the sun fade i'm a goner
lay me down along the bottom of the lake
forever hauntin Pontchartrain until i rise up out my grave

[Verse 2: Yung $carecrow]

comin up out them ditches under bridges in the 7th Ward
lurkin back out the cut
creepin with Mutt ridin down St. Bernard
xanax bars
chevy cars
plenty broads
curve em all
was born to to fall
on a good day i crawl
that cocaína drippin out my nose
pour my 4's in Aquafina
it ain't no secret everybody know that ima a fiend
that weapon keepin 
always sleepin with my loaded nina
Yung Emphysema always smokin on that Hiroshima

UNDERWATER MALIBU

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[Verse 1: Ruby da Cherry]

i got a drip catch me duckin
all of these bitches ain't fuckin me no
can't hold a conversation with no one but my cousin
he tell me don't worry the money is comin
these bitches is comin
the only question i got now is will i see it before i end up dead in the ground?
lay low at the bottom of a tulip bed
they know Ruby got a lot of useless thread
cut me open let me rest
there ain't nothin in my chest
a hollow cage that caused my death
i'm hauled away just pause my breath

[Verse 2: Yung $carecrow]

woke up dope sick with a cut wrist
lil bad bitch sayin here's a plot twist
when you cut it you weren't even a lil piss
just a grin on your face sayin watch this
now i'm sittin back thinkin how sick am i?
but that went away the moment i got high
i'm sayin' now what it do? who are you?
get the fuck out my livin room
get the fuck out my mental too
what bitch? you can't hear when i talk to you?
now i'm back to square one with my hand on the gun
mommy screamin son don't do it
i love you
don't do it
don't do it
don't do it
i can't help this feelin
don't you see that i need all these prescriptions
this ain't no livin
it's a vision of the vicious cycle that is my addiction

LOW KEY

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[VERSE 1: YUNG $CARECROW]

Locked in my room
Four black walls
Tie the noose
No recall
No resolve
Fuck withdrawal
Rather shoot up till I fall
Murder on call with the 59
Twenty years and it seem like a lifetime
I been hanging everyday from a lifeline
While these fuckers had a dinner every night time
Smo-smokin that dope off the foil let me ball
Hoe please don't call
Don't fuck with ya'll
Spray paint the walls
With blood and whatever
Drag you outside let you rot in the weather
I don't think I can explain any better
I'm $carecrow the terror
I live for the lesser
My birth was an error

[Verse 2: Ruby da Cherry]

i am the lord of loneliness
i'll hold my breath
just spoke with death
he said he hopes for the best
told him i'm roping my neck
then I woke up choking from the hole in my chest
somehow i manage to function and hope
every day got a lump in my throat
that's them pills swallowed whole
smoke a blunt and then fuck all these hoes
end up humping they throat
get the fuck away from me
i hate all of you faithfully
this world was never made for me
thankfully I'm trained to see
passed all the lies, the ranks, the scenes
i'll shank my knees then walk the plank and freeze

ANTARCTICA

[VERSE I: RAINDROP WALKA]

another day waiting for death
everyday that i waste on my list of regrets
so i tell myself "it's okay. day after next we'll make all these arrangements to change. you can better yourself."
i know i'm wasting my breath as i inhale
i know i'm escaping my death as i inhale
i can't recall why i'm suffocating
my lungs are failing

[VERSE II: LIL CUT THROAT]

Step into the mind of a cut-throat
Empty streets
cold weather
all alone
Blackness
grey air, just snow
Feelings low
being followed by crows
call list overflowed with hot lines
Drug help, mental, suicide
Feel tired, feel dried and you wanna die
Pride fried, closed eyes and you start to cry
Swear I spent a lifetime trying to get it right
Still isolated, still out of sight
Keep my dreads swinging like they in a fight
I just wanna kill everyone in sight
Take the money, take the bitches, take the drugs, take the gold
Baby, let me decompose
Never names said more shade spit
I'ma see you one day, that’s a promise

Tape

NEW CHAINS, SAME SHACKLES

[VERSE I: NORMAN ATOMIC]

barrel full of gasoline and still they try matching me
plague with the wicked ways
it's back to the rapturing
actually capturing souls in a black canteen
open the cap and become blackened
back to the back of the lac
flicking cigarette ash
got a chain made of crack
i smoke diamonds and laugh at yall strapped with the gat
like i'm actually scared to die
pull the fucking trigger
back to the back
eyes rolling back
spent all my racks
spent it on crack
spent it on smack
look where i'm at
ain't going back
ain't going back

[VERSE II: ANTHONY MARS]

got a heart so cold
remember selling dope
remember selling coke
DEA pulled me over
plain cars, plain clothes
i didn't bend an inch, strictly sticking to the code
few years ago, was masked up
robbing stores
i set em up on craigslist, then
robbed em em at the door
i'm at the bottom trying to eat
i got no hope
fuck
big ben's death had my head fucked up
i'm popping roxys with the benzos
chest fucked up
i guess my lucks up

KILL YOURSELF Part XIX: The Deep End Saga

INTROVERSION 2.0

$UICIDEBOY$ X POUYA - RUNNIN' THRU THE 7TH WITH MY WOADIES (slowed+reverb)

[VERSE I: Lord of Loneliness]

It's lonely at the top
all of my enemies have been defeated
the crown has been sitting on my head for too long
it's starting to give me these legions
don't follow the crowd
the crowd is misleading
stay solo
surrounded by all of my demons
licking my wounds as they deepen
constantly feeding them all of my secrets
007
i got the golden gun
i got the golden
im busting
open up the door
I'm at my breaking point
I cannot take this shit no more
I'm ready to fucking explode
open up
knock knock
here comes the glock cocked
9 mili pop pop pop
oh no
making a mess
my aim ain't the best
I guess I should clean this all up and go home

[VERSE II: Yung Mane]

Percocet, Roxycodone, with some Xanax that I had crushed up in some dust
elevated to another dimension so I got a limp in my strut
I do not care to be here or be there
in the mean time, it seems that I'm stuck
swerving and crashing
that dying little bastard
Yung Christ, you address me as such
crazy little demon
they wave when they see me
face tatted from ear to ear
northside boy with a glock sized toy
if I cock it there's going to be tears here
manic depressive
when life is in session, I hide in a room that's as dark as me
dollar sign - B
and it's still F-T-P
fucking G-R-E-Y till I R-I-P

THAT JUST ISN'T EMPIRICALLY POSSIBLE

$UICIDEBOY$

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