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Skull & Bones 322

[VERSE I: Blanco Leopardo]

yeah they call me yung mutt
in the cut smelling like some indica
all these hoes keep splitting cuffs
spilling guts
no ands, ifs, or buts
if her butt was any fatter i'd be fucked and quickly bust
splatter kids all on her mug like she's allergic to my nut
give her antihistamines
pistol green like it's a buck
trigger squeezing like i'm fiending for a reason to give up 
bend your knees
begging please like i could really give a fuck
uzi tucked against my spleen
i'll make you bleed until you rust
for the static, i'm an addict
back at it like a chiropractic crack habit
if i want it ima have it
knock you off this fucking planet
send your corpse up to the stars replace em all with fucking maggots
pants saggin'
red flaggin'
ima get the bag whether it's paper or it's plastic
all these fuckboys i be slappin'
aint got time for all your cappin’
ima conjure up my demons
whisper all their names in latin

[VERSE II: Wetto]

yung wetto
it's yung north, mane
whipping in a ford thang
gripping on the hammer
indiana
slicky fort wayne
pot filled with white dust
house color white nut
looking for the chewing
patrick ewing out a white slut
cup dirty
glock 30
murk a motherfucker quick
eastern bloc
sticker shock
custom how i rock a benz
5% on the tint looking like the babadook
fuck a fight i'd rather shoot
my youngin' hollering hootie hoo
i yell amen
hollow tips rain in
59 guerilla
i'm too real for them to cage in
southern cajun
suckers bite the pavement
told that hoe to hit my agent talking bout engagements
fuck a blame shift
i'm that motherfucker, boy
creeping thru the night
turbos breathing like they paranoid
billy bob a halle berry
wetto makaveli
northside
burn em all at the stake while singing bloody mary

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[VERSE I: LIL CHOPPA]

choppa with choppa stay loaded
bullet shells all on your floor
trying to get higher
ruby got fire
i'm fucked up
he fucked up
whole grey fucked up
you done fucked up
passing the blunt
boy you know whats up
whats good my g
drunk driving but its just codeine
keep that heat on my side
welcome to my life everyday
life every niht
we all gon die
prolly gon fry
fuck being sober i stay getting high
40 oz got sipped
purple and yellow and red
only drink i mix
big bag of that dope
drip down my throat

[VERSE II: ROMEO DA BLACK ROSE]

got your bitch besides my coffin
yeah i call her juliet
told her not to weep
just make sure that you fix my fucking neck
i'm out of breath from smoking blunts
i'm too fucked up from sipping tech
was i kissing on your bitch?
or did i kiss the fucking tec?
paint me a new picture
picture that i pictured death
now my picture perfect moment stained with pieces of my head
hate all of this bullshit
man i hate all of this stress
imagine that
the more press that we get the closer i can feel my death

KILL YOURSELF Part XVII: The Suburban Sacrifice Saga

FACE IT

[VERSE I: YUNG PLAGUE]

rip out a piece of my rib and give it to a bitch
as the snake whispers to her "ruby does not fucking exist"
so i bit off the head then i chewed it and spit it out
fell to the ground as i puked up and flipped around
scales started forming i think that now i am the snake
i am the one they call plague who will never escape
will forever remain
the omega
the alpha
the chosen one sent here to reign
who saves all the slaves?
lil plague breaking chains
jesus christ was never raised from the dead 
he rots away
burn a church and watch the flames
autumn embers turn to grey
wooden crosses in decay
the flock of sheep now fucking slain

{VERSE II: LIL REMAINS}

run up with the mother fucking mac
on attack
shoot back
gat gat
he flat
leave them bodies where they lay
let they mothers cry and pray
nina nina
oh nina
i need you bad up in my life
them heathens that scheming
look dead or something like demons, woah
smash a 40oz on the cop cars
probably just popped five bars
sipping hydro
got a bad cough
indica dripping down the cigar
its that dope head
drug fiend
mug mean
lonely
shut the fuck up
yall annoy me

KILL YOURSELF Part XVIII: The Fall of Idols Saga

FROM THE BEGINNING OF TIME UNTIL THE END OF TIME

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