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$outh $ide $uicide

$UICIDEBOY$ x POUYA - COLD TURKEY

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SARCOPHAGUS II (FEAT. $UICIDEBOY$) [Prod. Baker Phonk]

$UICIDEBOY$ x GERM - UZI LOOGIES

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[VERSE I: $LICK $LOTH]

pulling up with the pump
slugs that will make you slumped
drugs always keep me numb
wake up in the morning just to pop some
bitch it's FUCKTHEPOPULATION
bodies in my basement
lord of the forsaken watching bitches fornicating
Lucifer Beelzebub Satan 
triple 6 be my language
smoking on something that's flagrant
shooting up something that's tainted
rain drops cover my dreadlocks
mood 21 Savage that red opps
might go and get my face tatted with a tear drop
shell shocked leaving bodies on the sidewalk

[VERSE II: YUNG PLAGUE]

6 days until my death
on the seventh let me be
lower level dwelling
now the devil's rocking FTP
Ruby setting trends but in the end he wants his breath to cease
leopard print all on his body
body hanging off the Sphinx
Ruby got a plan involving firestorms thinning out the herd
Ruby got a plan to see the locusts swarm
poisoning the dirt
Ruby going to find his death and flirt
Ruby got his motherfucking heart torn cut up into thirds
Ruby got a broken oath he once swore
take him back to church
Ruby's bloody fist up her skirt


Grey Sheep II

DO YOU BELIEVE IN GOD?  [PROD. ZACFTP & CVSTILLO]

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[Verse 1: Ruby da Cherry]

wake up with an ache that fades
pop two pills with gatorade
round my neck hangs gator fangs
might reveal more at a later date, but i don't know
Yung $now kind of go with the flow
bring a hoe back stage
tell her "tell me everything you know about life"
then i bounce
Roxy's hitting hard
i'm feeling fucking sick
ima have to smoke a half an ounce just to balance it out
Ruby backing out
Ruby blacking out
falling fucking deeper 
I think Ruby cashing out
the grass is always greener when the gave is lacking crowds
look who's laughing now
an audience cracking up
you can let the curtains down now
i wallow in sorrow
ain't no tomorrow
missed a call from $lick and woke up in a gown, how?

[Verse 2: Lil' Remains]

i just bought 10 Roxys
call up Oddy then i crush it up
Chronic laced with something
I'm like fuck it let me hit the blunt
rolling down your block 
it ain't shit for the set to crush it up
told that bitch "get out my ear"
she need to chill and hit the blunt
xanax bars up in my drink
before i pour 'em, crush it up
we never fucked with you fuckboy
don't act like you can hit the blunt
take that motherfucking bat upside your skull and crush it up
so full of them drugs, i might throw up
i knew i shouldn't have hit the blunt

Eternal Grey

O PANA!

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[VERSE I: PAPA PINE]

bitch i feel like tungsten
lungs itch from crumbling piff
a dozen blunts lit stuck on my lips
i summon something bloodless from the fucking pits of hell
yeah, i got fungus growing in my stomach because i'm chugging wishes from the wishing well
watch me swell from ingesting infectious hopes and dreams
you will never perfect them
smoking weed while i'm texting affections to your hoe named alexis
adding her to my collection
told her pull up to the 7th
i got one zip of that dumb shit but no protection
now the blunt's lit
she's a punk bitch
to my recollection, pussy like a dungeon
got me mumbling
now i'm flexing at the function
G*59 we run shit

[VERSE II: GERM]

ran up on 'em with the terror squad
i swear to god
up north, i'm off the snow with a bad lil' hoe
my woes with me on that rambo flow
kick down the door
we don't knock
we send shots
touchdown
i got the pack
roll that sit back
no lack
trusty burner relax on my lap
i got yo bitch on my dick
audemaur wrist so slick
dripping all wet on my shit
i wish a nigga would come claim his bitch
i got flame for that shit
respect ain't shit
yall niggas ain't shit
this shit is sickening
never stopping, DN$ the limitless
running, ruling i need infinite
aw shit
roll my dope
bang hoes with my bros
roll that motherfucking ghetty green, a nigga tryna smoke.

[VERSE III: $LICK $LOTH]

seven grams in the raw cone
fuck boy, it's my dick you can jump off
oh lord, i just popped me a xan bar
hold court when i ride with the pistol grip
talk shit to a fat bitch, make her feel average
bet sensei one stack if he smashed
woke up in the AM i heard that he passed it
migo and meth and lil germ hit her backwards
northside shawty got the 40 and the gaudy
purgatory is where i reside
east side of highway fifty nine
west side that m i crooked letter crooked letter i p p i
we don't see time
we don't decline, but we stay high
shadows under them street lights
keep hoes out of my sight
germ said he got that potent
ruby told meth to roll it
know we keep the best of green, so you know i'm smoking

DIRTIERNASTIERSUICIDE

$UICIDEBOY$ x GERM - OBEY THE WALRUS

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[VERSE I: LIL REMAINS]

we be them gorillas creepin' inside your motherfucking mind
germ got the axe
watch him lift it up and then swing it from behind

[VERSE II: GERM]

who is he?
that fucker a beast
came with the fleet, knock you out your fleece
cold summers with them long winters, if need be
fuck the world, bitch, i'm balls deep

[VERSE III: LIL INFECTED]

demons surround me
i'm drowing
i'm fiending for opiates
scheming
i hope it gets colder
the seasons they change but we holding
defeating the opposition
opposite of the competition

[VERSE IV: LIL REMAINS]

we start a fucking riot
don't try me
i strike like lightning or tyson
do drive by's riding on bikes, man
i swear that murder excitin'
i'm expediting your life's end
we multiplying alliance
you biting? well, i'm delighted
welcome to hell, i'm your guidance

[VERSE V: GERM]

hold on
call on me
diamonds dancing, homie
running for office
offensive and lawless
balls of the rawest in jaws of the new elect
fucked up be my set like ratchets with hatchets wilding
catching necks.
i'm bout bad shit like where the plague at?
that guy with the lost cause
fifty one fifty
spazzing, screaming where the flame at?

[VERSE VI: LIL INFECTED]

flame on
plague calm
stained palms
pop eight pills now the fucking pain's gone
slaying yall
chain flawed
same song
change long
long mane
raised kong
trained kong to slay them broads
reign strong

[VERSE VII: LIL REMAINS]

dirty nasty up the ante
drop top, dat way
mr. pop off on a banny

[VERSE VIII: GERM]

i got a bottle of thompson
bunch of shitty whiskey in me
gentilly with the 7th ward lord
razor blades slice the vocal chords

[VERSE IX: LIL INFECTED]

from new orleans to atlanta
sip a dirty big shot fuck a fanta
sell out a show in santa ana
dirty nasty propaganda

$UICIDEBOY$ x GERM - SLIP ON A BANANA CLIP

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[VERSE I: SHAWTY BURN-A-CHURCH]

grey five nine signed
rough diamonds tryna shine
christ and i
$uicide
you know i'm diving head when crucified
lucifer cried when i told him i'm choosing to die
noose and a knife
but i ain't use the knife to loosen the noose 
keep it tight
abusin the truth that's a lie
fuck boy with a ski mask think he gon rob me blind
fuck boy better think fast when he cock the nine
fuck boy better sink back in that fuckin spine
second guessin crime
7th ward where i snort a slug and cross the fucking line
yet another line inside the cup
another line you should look up
another line that shook you up
i signed the line for lucifer

[VERSE II: NORTHSIDE SHAWTY]

five nine til i'm dead
bitch i'm grey til the death
never gave a fuck bout dyin no
even when i was a jit
pop a jig
load the rig with that motherfuckin china white
fuck it if i die tonight
im gambling with my fuckin life
west bank/northside til the coffin ride
who am i?
i am god
i am basquiat
yung kurt cobain with the scarred veins
mentally derranged
hear the crows say my name?
i'm just wastin my time
i'm just wastin my breath
why can't i just die?
why can't i go next?
why we get no respect?
why i loved holding tecs?
xanax bar on my neck
i pop em
pop em til death
this ain't no motherfuckin trend
everyday feels like the end
feed me, feed me medicine
so i can't feel my sins

KILL YOURSELF Part XI: The Kingdom Come Saga

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[VERSE I: LIL 2/3RDS]

when i walk you can hear the pill bottle rattle
yung christ
bitches fuck me in my tabernacle
get so high
got a retainer on my dope supplier
straight out of hell and i'm the maestro of this fucking choir
twenty seventeen might turn me into a mass shooter
pull a drive by while i'm hanging out the fucking uber
kill a state trooper
slice the neck of a prosecutor
drug user getting looser
y'all gonna bring back the krueger
scrimmy scrimmy getting eerie when i'm off the sticky
bloody mary bloody mary crawling down the chimney
sincerely fuck you all
$uicide fuck 'em we ball x4

[VERSE II: YUNG PLAGUE]

yung plague opening up heaven's gates
let it rain brains
chain made of fangs
never speak my seventh name
combust into flames
i been here since men lived in caves
i gave fire to the apes and called it a day
ash my blunt on top an ancient
smoked the sphinx out
gather the masses to tell 'em that god is dead
i can prove it
pointed at the pyramid and moved it
who been making waves and used it to put out the flames that you've been lighting
try igniting, but you blew it
plague been making waves and christ took out a nail and threw it
climbed off the cross
pointed at his head and said "just fucking shoot it!"
the crowd's about to lose it
let me make this one thing lucid
$UICIDE the fucking movement
$UICIDE is what i'm choosing

NIGHTMARE CHOIR (I BEEN ASLEEP TOO LONG)

FIRST SINGLE OFF THE KILL YOURSELF PART XX: THE INFINITY SAGA

[VERSE 1: LIL CHOPPA]

stay in the cut on the northside
hollowpoints
trigger fingers on my fucking .45
demons rising the crypt
i snort me a fat line
never gave a fuck
grew up out the mud
then i pop the trunk
grew up with the fucking robbers
always kept the mask on
motherfuckers gonna die if we take the mask off
$UICIDE how i ride bitch
$carecrow the walking shadow
Mozart with no piano
kill when i'm sleepy hollow
that mystic motherfucker that's addicted to prescriptions
xanax for the panic
mental problems you can add in
multi million owned business
you just signed a deal, bruh?
3 years passed
still broke?
and you ain't paid up
dollars i ain't touched yet
burn it for the fuck of it
infamous lunatic
you?
you just suck dick
cut throat with the deathwish
raised where the savage lives
straight out the death pit
to keep alive the triple six

[VERSE II: YUNG MUTT]

Ruby such a Misfit
Hollywood babylon can't resist it
Fuck a cop bitch
I'm ducking all these piglets
7th ward be my motherfucking district
Yeah I still got my motherfucking wrist slit
Bleeding like a pissed bitch
Scheming I'ma hit licks after licking hits of acid in her fucking split lips
Wig split just a fucking tidbit
Dick itch from ingesting pill bits
Blue bill sick of snorting powder
I'ma ditch this hunnid for 5 twentys
TSA keep testing my money
Now ima dip quick
Find me a thick bitch
Tit gripped
Tip gripped
Dick spit in her thick hips
Fuck
Fuck with me bitch I'm a-fucking-ddicted
And I don't really give a fuck what it is
Told you already that Ruby can't resist it
Big clip to my head watch that shit drip

I Wanna Die in New Orleans

FOR THE LAST TIME

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D(R)Own

[Verse: LIL CUT THROAT]

Ate a couple jiggas with that Glock on my side
Riding, hanging out the window, screaming "Who wanna die?"
Savage lil addict with 100 bad habits
Say "I need prayer," all I need is my ratchet
Pull up, swang with the blade
Then I pray over dead prey
Banging grey till my grave
Milli rock, sa passe
What that mean? I don't know, took about four Xans today
Sipping lean, dying slow, drugs make me feel okay
Jackal from the flames, make a stang of a bitch like you
Fuck the 12, fuck the cops, we ain't forgot about you
Kill mo', kill mo'
Gleesh walk on a sack
Burn a half a mil in cash
Fuck that paper, turn it ash
Walk away and start to laugh
"Ha-ha-ha-ha ha-ha"
No more, I got cash, cash, cash, and cars and broads
Hit that seven figure mark without an A&R
$carecrow walking in the fog
Life got worse than it was before, ho

[VERSE II: LIL INFECTED]

Prolly cop a script of roxys
Oddy kinda sloppy
Got me dodging all these bodies
Body bag em in the lobby
Dropping adderall in alcohol and then i pop a fucking oxy
I'm a zombie
I'm a motherfucking dead man walking
Speak on oddy name
It's just another dead man talking
Got these dead man stalking
Copy silhouette chalky
Typing out your problems
Just another red handed hawking
Cherry flavored dick
Ruby got these chicken heads squawking
Do it how i does it yeah fuck the way they say they taught me
Please just fucking off me
Plague is pleading for diseases so yall get the fuck up off me
Only saying cheese when i ask how much they brought me
Fuck a frame freeze
Command delete on these fucking paparazzi offspring

KILL YOURSELF Part XX: The Infinity Saga

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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 Want to Die In New Orleans

I NO LONGER FEAR THE RAZOR GUARDING MY HEEL (IV)

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[VERSE I: YUNG MUTT]

used to smoke crack now i count fucking racks
mack daddy smack licking a powder bag
back on my bullshit 
white benz coupe fit 3 in the back and that's not including your bitch, too
shit
mutt hit the blunt like a bum
slick in the cut with a cut
no we never gave a fuck
here i come suck it up
bitch i'm fucked
lead in the brain i got tar in the lungs
threads full of stains in my car fucking slumped
nothing to gain i got nothing but bad fucking luck
lean the seat back as i swerve and i crash
yeah theres blood mixed with glass as my dreams turn to black
i'm ash
put em in the back
no strap in the backpack
just a bunch of trash
told zac:
if we ever fell off with G59 or FTP let's just be terrorist n blow up on NBC

[VERSE II: TONY WIT DA TOMMY]

this for any pussy boy wanna act up
find yourself dead with no guts
voice in my head saying "kill yourself"
so
so
so i wrote a note
hot boy turned cold
to whom it may concern
fuck you and the world
nurse these xanax
anxiety on panic
fuck
fuck
FUCK
i got to go
i got a 60 pack waiting at home
feel like a zombie
i'm all alone
everyone clones
please tell your bitch to stop hitting my phone
before i put the .45 at your dome lil bitch
hollow tips to the whole motherfucking game
hollow tips gonna insert in my brain

BRING OUT YOUR DEAD

[VERSE I: Black Window]

It's the most wanted
most hated
most haunted
boys that paid the cost
slowly dying but I'm flossing
looking good, ain't he?
boy bounced back from the dead
my business still shady
I still tip toe on the ledge
that shit ain't ever changing
I take my chance riding dirty while speeding
lane swanging
I fucking made it to 30 without my neck breaking
my gun that's holding a 30 that got his legs shaking
meanwhile his girl in the room with my picture masterbating
slowly crawling out the dirt
when it comes to death I like to flirt
my hills have eyes and a smirk
my cuz got blues and he got that syrup, boy

[VERSE II: Duck Boy]

If I keep it up, all these 30s gonna kill me before 30
another day wasted up my nose and it's still early
don't you worry
i'm always in a hurry
so i copped a foreign coupe
riding around town 'til i got to pull up to the court at noon
snort another blue
now i'm feeling sorta blue
nothing new
one of the chosen few
the rest of yall give him some room
it's best if yall didnt assume that he was destined for imminent doom
unless he is ready to get in the tomb
ruby such a bum but he make it look good
trunk in the front
yeah, that's what's under the hood
talking all this shit, mane
i wish yall really would
another million plays, mane
i wish yall really could

ONE LAST LOOK AT THE DAMAGE

[VERSE I: Yung Christ]

Leave them all burning
triple six degrees
heard they started hating
wanna murder thee
Yung Christ turned to Satan
bless the devilish
now I get my joy from fucking chasing death
Momma raised a savage knew I wasn't average
Pops seen me coming up
he knew I had the package
let the 40 kick
drum roll with the sticks
hands will fuck your jaw
know who you fucking with?
get the copper popping
chopper
Daili Lama
feel like Silk the Shocker
I'm a fucking problem
streets call me doctor
screw them then I chop them
two cups
bottle filled with drugs
liver on the rotten
ruger, chopper, draco
cult around me Waco
violence getting louder
projects getting wilder
when I'm off a Xan. I'm quick to shoot the thang
ain't a clock to see there ain't no time for a game
fuck them all
shoot them
leave them in the yard
got a bunch of youngins  around me
Take the charge
fuck them all
shoot them
leave them in the yard
got a bunch of youngings around me
take the charge

[VERSE II: Oddy Nuff da Snow Leopard]

yeah we're all the same but we're separated by commas
yeah we're all the same until we're all destroyed by comets
alien invasion better run home to your mama
Ruby ain't the problem solver
I'm the cause of all your problems
bitch, I'm in Nevada
A 51s I got em
snorting blue sand with my cosmic ensemble
I don't give a fuck if they're pressed
I still bought 'em
falling down like autumn
call him duck boy
watch him waddle
full throttle when i empty out the bottle
when i empty out this clip that's full of fucking hollows
you'll be lying horizontal looking like a model
scope is never toggled
i was aiming for your nostril
now, I'm aiming at your bitch's tonsils
I'm the queen of drama
fucking up your life?
yeah, all you gotta do i holler
you wanna talk drip? 
catch me chillen in the sauna
spent a couple dollars just to make a couple dollars
all these bitches say my name as if it's something like the gospel
all these hoes apostles looking like they wanna gobble
looking at me crazy like they've all been wearing goggles
po' me up a 4 
i'm looking like a fucking waffle
feeling fucking awful

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