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[VERSE I: LIL WAAAAAA]
i apologize for getting half of the rap game hooked on getting high
ruby done made everyone wanna die
the cult of the GREY*59
make up your mind
$UICIDE
two of a kind unified
i'm taking what's mine
the choppa, the uzi, the TEC or the AR
seen you on my radar
i'll aim for your spine
I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T
do you know that that mean?
i can keep all my money from streams and shows and selling t's
just a white boy with his wrist cut
been fucked
now i'm making big bucks
been had my dick sucked

[VERSE II: Tony with the Tommy]
hold up
stop
gunfire in the air
motherfuckers in my hood don't care
it don't stop there
empty the clip
it don't matter if you laying dead
whoa now
chill, dog
fuck that
i'm a savage i was raised with my brain half damaged
wanna kill 'em all
it's my right of passage to leave all these sons like some bastards
okay got the AK
what a punk say when he wanna play?
slick known to bring the melee
make 'em runaway like it's mayday
you don't wanna see me when i'm high
hit 'em with a drive by while i'm hollering out GREY
better pick a fucking side
fucking with the *59 will have you ass sleeping in a blank grave

Long Term Effects of SUFFERING

IF SELF-DESTRUCTION WAS AN OLYMPIC EVENT, I'D BE TONYA HARDING

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[VERSE I: Prince of Tides]
my life is a movie but i bought the tickets to late
missing the show
refund me they won't
so now i make pay selling it as single frames
telling myself that it's bank but deep down i know it's just change
one day the seats will be empty and one day the screen will be blank
until that day, please don't tempt me because i'm gonna try and stay straight
vacant apologies hollow the blame
my sorrow is comforting and i'm in pain
i'll follow what's numbing, but there i'll remain
but there i'll remain
call it what you want but don't call it what it ain't

[VERSE II: Junior]
don't wanna talk about my drug use
suffer through so much abuse
lost my way back home
left my family all alone
did what i would never do and can't forgive myself
what i put my father through
left him to burn in hell
my brother hugged me with tears in his eyes
pointed to his veins
tryna indicate that the blood we share is both the same
man, i swear i died that day
amends that i try to make
wrote this for the words i could not find to say

LIFE IS BUT A STREAM~

Another Day — Vinnie Hacker

[VERSE I: Wetto]

i'm with that fuck shit
pull up we get buck quick
my hoe down like faye but sometimes she can be a dumb bitch
out here since a young jit
nitrous got my lungs lit
wake up from a blackout getting head while I’m in publix
ridin' through the hood like what it do?
prolly off a pill or two
pulled that .44 out
they start talking like they scooby doo
mobbing with my potnahs
we pop in no knocking
nodding off that dope and for dessert just ate neurontin
hit a stain
make a name for a lame tik tok
northside 
grey the gang
2nd world eastern bloc
i might rock it off the flock
i might rock it off apache
i might fuck up on that bitch
if she got a pack of plan b
mane show you how that glock work
show you how to pop first
white trash young man
mop 'em up like Joe Dirt
my hoe like her throat hurt
suck it for a nip tuck
that bitch tried to tell me that I’m sick
so what that make her?
i just bought some land off my LAL 
kilo of some GLD
still the same mane gripping AKs wearing FTP
paint em like a NFT
got them scripts no PHD
my bitch brain insane but she only got her GED
gang coast to coast yea I know me a few robbers
dope game farm to table ain’t no fent up in my product
huh bruh
damn son
who the fuck raised you
cutthroats and them savages how you think I got this name boo?

[VERSE II: Blanco Leopardo]

i could show you how to get it poppin
ruby da cherry ain't got no option
all these hoes keep fuckin flockin
all these hoes tryna gimme noggin
snort a line of heron then tell her she way too toxic
yeah i'm slidin' on these bitches like my feet were made for moppin' 
i can't stop it if i wanted to
glock up in my foreign coupe
scrapin up the concrete
s500 on them 22's
motorola phone when i'm dialing up my potnah
think i'm being followed by a fed in a unmarked impala
skrilla squalla what i'm after
i get money hoe by any means
paper chasin' everyday
i keep them rocks up in my cleats
cut me with some scissors you gon see how much i fuckin bleed
but ill come back with fucking tanks and blow yo shit to smithereens
blick on me
click on me
G*59 the fuckin set
suicide til death 
i'll yell it pokin' out my fuckin' chest
live from the 5 put the 0 behind the 4 
make a point before the numbers just to let you bitches know
i got five killas and they all down to fucking ride
i can call on any of 'em if you down to fuckin die
walk it how i talk it bitch and i aint got no fuckin lisp
whisper my forbidden name and give my hand a fuckin kiss
out the mud
out the mist
ruby take the form of shadows
follow me back to the gates of hell 
we regroup at the gallows
i can smell the scent of blood and i can smell the scent of piss
leave ya body rottin' lock ya soul up in the black abyss

YIN YANG TAPES: Spring Season (1989-1990)

Hot Razor

HOT RAZOR

[VERSE I: Wetto]

motherfuck that set you claim
you know it's cut throat from the grey
hoe stay the fuck away
glock tucked on my side
pull up like i'm AAA
any motherfucking time
any motherfucking day
demons all around me and they begging for a fucking taste
same shit
different day
playing with the K
northside
eastern bloc
where the fuck i stay
still up creeping in the cut
remain sick as fuck
pop a addy off the fent
feel too good to duck
breaking bad
i been rolling with the devil lately
have you ever seen a demon pull up in a new mercedes?
most hated
underrated
you know grey the clique
walking straight to hell and clear the motherfucking pit
better stay away
better stay away
stay the fuck away
stay the fuck away
i just popped a perc
i just popped a xan
see this bag of dope?
that's a hundred grand
sell a bitch some hope
fuck her hit the dash
looking for some love?
holler at ya mans
for that heroin ima dog
slicky pavlov
yeah you know it's personal when the mask off
leave his body on display like it's half off
scammed the game
call me bernie wetto madoff
glock out
cock out
tell the world suck my dick
sam wetto hyde cuz i always get away with it
three fingers high
59 what the fuck it is
three fingers high bitch im grey til the fucking end

[VERSE II: Blanco Leopardo]

blanco never shootin' blanks
got one in the chamber with yo name on it
blanco pulling rank
captain of the grey 
stay flauntin' in a fucking tank
east bank
got my blade sharpened
cut, slice, or shank
either way ima flay my target
why all these opps on my block, huh?
pull out the chop like a mop, bruh
street sweeping like its mardi gras
litter up the streets with a buncha bloody body parts
swangin' on them 30s
got them 30s in my glove box
cops pull me over
they about to get they mug popped
cherry lemonade type of stain 
pull off in the rain
spilt his fucking brain like a bitch who loves to chug cock
leave me the fuck alone
leave me the fuck alone
leave me the fuck alone
leave me the fuck alone
grey steppin'
im reppin' the *59
all of my potnahs my lifeline
30 deep
33 years i could keep
if i stop with these 30s, im cleared for the week
gang with me
whole gang with me 
i got no fear in these streets
bang semi autos while im hanging out the fucking jeep
never sleep
tweakin' off the rock
blanco plays for keeps
real life drug addict
come downs always fucking steep
never sleep
i know that the reaper waiting for me
i know that he patient
i see his reflection when im pouring up
codeine in a cup 
double it up
now im snoring
i might not wake up
uzi tucked next to my 40
southside of the lake
yeah im always 7th warding
all these pills i take em, bitch 
there aint no fucking hoarding
i got two phones
shawty try and hit me on my other line
shawty lookin fine
gonna call her back another time
dollar signs on my fucking mind
while i break her spine
pulled out just in time
i cant let her have my fucking slime

YIN YANG TAPES: Fall Season (1989-1990)

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BAD MUSIC FOR BAD PEOPLE – Young Death

This isn’t a song. It’s a sonic mugshot.  
Trap metal with its teeth out. Hardcore punk with a vendetta.  
“Bad Music for Bad People” is for anyone who’s ever screamed into a cracked mic, punched through a glitch, or ghosted their own therapist.

•  Vocals? Unfiltered rage.
•  Instrumental? Glitch-scarred metal riffs duct-taped to a broken subwoofer.
•  Vibe? Angsty, angry, and unapologetically hostile.

If you like your music loud, distorted, and emotionally unstable—this one’s for you.  
Stream it. Blast it. Let it ruin your mood in the best way possible.

#YoungDeath #TrapMetal #HardcorePunk #CollapseCore #BadMusicForBadPeople

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bad music for bad people x Young Death

DIRTY NASTY SUICIDE

$UICIDEBOY$ x GERM - WEST END

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[VERSE I: GERM]
I just might ride with your bitch
Told her i loved her
Lying like shit
I'm still boolin' tho
Bleedin' concrete
Snortin' oxys
Feelin' god body like who gon stop me now?
Runnin' round while blowin' pound after pound
See me now?
Get hip
Get it now
I'm gone til november
Got into pickin' pockets kinda often
Big ass gas bag
Passenger side of the cadillac
Seat slightly sat back
On my side i got my baghdad
Hotel hoppin'
Bombin' back back
Dynamite in the gucci napsack
Ruckus in the church
Jesus meet this heathen he kinda hurt
Buzzin' im loud
Never stoppin' til they stick me in the dirt

[VERSE II: $LICK $LOTH]
Took a benzo
Wrote a manifesto
Yung hot boy straight from the ghetto
Yung $carecrow dyin' where the wind blows
Cut throat motherfucker robbin' when my ends low
$outh $ide $uicide
Wanna ride in the caddy like do or die
Formaldehyde leakin' drippin' down all my eyes
Terrified when you see me creepin' in the night
Ride like no limit in '96
Stunt like i'm wayne on the carter 6
Now i got money to get a fix
Now my old ex wanna be my bitch
This that motherfuckin' gospel
Kanye i'm a motherfuckin' monster
Cock back, put the barrel in your tonsil
$uicide, bitch, we the council

[VERSE III: YUNG $NOW]
Yung $now spent a fat check
Pull up cause i'm pickin' up a hoe in a black dress
Silk sheets on the mattress match the blood type o on the hatchet
Match the hunnid spokes when i whip it lookin' like the cadillac bent
Lookin' like a car accident
Spilled my guts and i spilled my cup
Lean on my liver i ain't sippin' it up
Hollow out a fuck boy skull so i can sip in peace my g
Don't follow me cause bad shit happens with germ and $lick
That makes three
Sad to see these casualties
They lack the seeds
No matchin' me
These bags of weed
Yeah, that's for free
We trash the scene no gasoline

DIRTIERNASTIERSUICIDE

$UICIDEBOY$ x GERM - HERE WE GO AGAIN

[VERSE I: $LICK $LOTH]
IM PULLIN UP WIT DA RATCHET BOY
PUT DEM BULLETS THRU YOUR JACKET BOY
MR. NEVER SNITCHING
DONT BOTHER ASKING BOY
BAD SHIT WITH LIL GERM
WE PULLIN CAPPERS BOY

DIRTY KITCHEN WHIPPING
TRAP HOUSE MY FALL BACK
POSITION
ONLY VISIT WHEN IM FIENDIN OR ITCHING
THEY CALL ME MR.FIX IT 
MY AMBITIONS AS A RIDER
ITS THE CRACKER PAC
SERVING ROCKS OUT MY SOCK
GOTTA KEEP DA BLOCK HOT

[VERSE II: RUBY DA CHERRY]

TOO BAD YOU'RE A FUCKIN HATER
MUTT THE FUCKIN NUT
BREATHIN MARIJUANA
KATANA SWINGIN
SPLITTIN HUNNID DOLLA CUTS
I CUT A FUCKIN RAZOR
RUSTY BLADE
STUFFING GUTS AND FUCKIN BITCHES UP
AND NOW MY BLUNT ABOUT TO BUST
I GOT A BUNCH OF CRATERS IN MY FUCKIN BRAIN
WHEN I ARRIVE I'M LEAVIN PLENTY STAINS BEHIND
I'LL SEE YOU LATER
GORILLA MASK 
I'LL CROSS THE LINE
BANANA CLIPS 
I'LL RIP OUT YOUR SPINE AFTER I FUCK AN ALLIGATOR

[VERSE III: GERM]

I DON'T LIKE THE LOOK THAT'S ON YOUR FACE WHEN I WALK IN THE PLACE
I'M WIT THESE SAVAGES
SHOOT YOU IN YOUR FACE
FUCKIN ROUND
LIT MY CIG WITH A PAD AND PEN
BETTER BET I'M BALLIN
ROSTER FULL OF SCHOLARS
NIGGA DON'T PLAY NO GAMES
NIGGA RUN UP ON YOU COCKED
AIM FOR THAT BRAIN
SECURE THE BAG BITCH I NEED ALL CHANGE
YUNG NIGGA FADED
PLEASE STAY OUT MY LANE
BLUE HUNDON
BET YOUR BITCH KNOW MY NAME
RIDIN'
PROVIDIN' WAY FOR THE SHEEP
THUMPER TUCKED BY MY SACK WHILE I SLEEP
GIVE NO FUCKS
COUPLE HOES IN MY BRONCO TRUCK
BEER CAN DAN DON'T NEED NO LUCK

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