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[VERSE I: LIL CIG]
psycho ward to the mental i'm a don
in the wards got the fenty in my 'ron
skate the block off them xannies so i'm calm
cough a lot from that damage to my lungs
dope smokin'
gun totin'
i'm a killer's killer
pill popper
i don't know a lot who really sicker
full of liquor
codeine drinker
fucking up my liver
pull the trigger
up the thriller
to the highest bidder
ooh la la
what's the vibe, pussy boy??
AK boom
put 'em in their tomb
take lives just because
say nah i'm on fire from the drugs
bend that hoe
gave that bitch some dick
she get off of my nut
she gon deep throat it til she cry
got my face tatted on her thigh
realest mother fucker from the 5
every meal the last supper when you God

[VERSE II: DUCKBOY]
send me the fucking addy and I'll see yall in a second
keys to the fleetwood caddy
push to start the 911
drive these bitches crazy
yeah, they always tryna date me
tryna save me
it's all because I suck her titties like a baby
hate me all you want
better watch you back I never front
you want problems?
i got a bunch
ain't nothing changed except the chunk
knock the piss out a pussy boy
trust
snort a 30 off the .40 let it bust
gimme bread watch how quick I start to duck
I put fenty on her toes
she put fenty in my cup
what with all this racket?
what the fuck with all this fuss?
ruby unapproachable but still they bum rush
oh my
suicide
you're that guy
you're that guy
who wanna die
what's your sign?
she's a 9
personality borderline
she tried to stand me up, but I dicked her down and bent her spine

Avalon

AVALON

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My Liver Will Handle What My Heart Can't

KILL YOURSELF (Part III)

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[Verse 1: $lick $loth]

Tell me what you know bout a motherfucker out the bottom with a gold grill gleamin
makin all these hoes problems
stalker creepin out the fucking dungeon
switchblade on em hit the guts like a pumpkin
dumpin'
30 rounds out the clip off rip
too thick with the stick bet i won't miss
lil $lick real sick
don't talk shit
whip whip like a brick scale on fish
$uicide night time
no we don't fight crime
it's the Grey *59 with the real red eyes and we dyin inside 
bodies in fluoride
let the rope untie
just crucify me
Yung Christ wrist's sliced
couple hoes on ice singin RIP

[Verse 2: Ruby da Cherry]

Ruby was a motherfuckin reject
then i cut my wrists and now i motherfucking bleed checks
still broke after all the motherfucking weed gets rolled
hoes askin if i see a ghost
tell em no i just seep smoke when the weeds blown
she chokes from the deep throat
3 feet of rope
lethal
slay the fucking sheep
so evil
ima hang myself and then i get to see home
Ruby a fuckin demon
Ruby got a cult now
hoes tryna bolt down Ruby
the result of a reject from a small town turned into a demon
I'm evolved now
loud growl
Snow Leopard on the prowl
stay the fuck back hoe
slay the whole pack hoe
paint the globe black hoe
soon i will shed this skin
turn to the devil then i'll never reminisce 


PARIS

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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

TALK SHIT LIKE CASSIUS: 

VERSE1-They need to apologize and repent/ I'm after companies that cock block on letting we win / I'm after weed and rent / your Adam's apples absent, fuck ya neck protect ya checks i want the money more than sex, my granny needs a new fridge , that shits a wreck and the carpenter fucked up the specs on the deck/ money power and respect / latch on like a pit fresh out the vet / pass on your turn, now exit nigga we next/ and these rappin bitches bout to be my pet/ shots in the cheeks make a niggas knees weak and his mouth wet/ and they throwing away the cash let me intercept/ Ronnie Lott I'm in the game givin it all I got / with what Ive been given/ I was disciplined but dummies started dissin/ now that's fuckin with nuclear fission/ people are blind and can't find us to listen / so here's a berry bomb in your toilet while u pissin / they want it to all stop is what they wishin/ but here's some pennies for my thoughts i pour in the porcelain pool , go fishin fool 
VERSE2- The amount of soul in my body could fatten a thousand leeches/ there's more rhymes than sand on beaches/ in the vault that holds past written speeches/ as I come up, competition is compelled to be speechless/ pour the weed in a mahogany manger/ then smile in the face of danger/ the heights are reach-less to snails with slimy features/ there's a hell for certain for pedophile preachers/ and vermin like victim eating creatures/ I ran the length to heaven on the bleachers/ as they sucked every pop mcs Dick thru the speakers/ when a laker girl squirts, that's a LA leaker/ when the goin gets hurt , put in more work/ the pain comes second/ it's the porn star section/ die hard erection/ every Day I wake up and give the game a thorough inspection/ stethoscope on the heart of the beat/ I'm not a doc., I'm more like a ancient astronaut/ if I'm not in the top 20, you got yourself a weak theory/ the gods speak near me/ you only talk to Siri/ join me,and let thy anoint thee/ 
VERSE3-Art with no expiration date never gets stale/ all hail Basquiat Braille / it's either Big men, or scorched fleas / Torch weeds/ Warp speed/ with the long bottom dwarf steez/ my body worth / very valuable on the crust and in center earth/ don't look at my life and try to audit/ I'll make ya eyes into black olives/ it's Peter Man with a black spray paint can/ mouth in the middle of the hand/ make a devil cry nights right where he stands/ keep the hat brim glazed over my eyes/ bitches can't seem to see thru my disguise/ ill paint the town black before the sun falls/ and smoke around the block cradled by city walls/ actually when Naturally medicated im higher than the hair on Paul / tekken/ weapon / smith and Wesson /lesson/ Michael Westen / c4 testing/ wi-fi connection/ time to heat it up,jive turkey intestines 
VERSE4- look at all the weak bodies in the twin beds/ as I blow up the hospital jokered up wearing keds/ blame it on the meds/ in this frequency I'll never be dead/ watch me tear the demon horns from the minataurs head/ so that I may see the mind of a beast/ it should be a little like mine at the least/ let me flex and let me feast 
VERSE5: Talk shit like Cassius / smoke an enemies ashes > front of the line, we cuttin , no passes/ head butt a nigga , shattered glasses / been moving masses since I left Dallas/ I'm mr. P T got the gold chains / I just got silver to pierce a werewolfs frame/ and garlic to burn a vampiric man till he's maimed / and I got angel Semen that a drown a demon/ helium hisses the earth is steaming / but how could Cali fall off when we here ,they nega dreamin <Talk shit like Cassius / smoke an enemies ashes > I'm mega Beamin these bars to slaves and freed men/ seeds and earths children / the rhymes from the lungs are leviathan lava like/ no matter the leave from the mic it's still like riding a bike / or staring down the sight / or going towards the light /

A BIT OF BLACK BLOOD PT. 1

TALK SHIT LIKE CASSIUS - PETER WRITE.

[VERSE I: Romeo da Black Rose]

Take me home
take me home
it's the one place I can rest in peace
turn off my phone
so many messages I wish I could just delete
questioning my existence
questioning my decisions
burning down all the bridges
dig a moat
now I'm finished
sorry don't want you to visit, no
one last pic and I'll be gone
make it count
put the flash on
never really felt like I belonged
so I'll be on my way
and I won't be long
I'll be dead by dawn
I'll be dead by dawn
I'll be dead by dawn

[VERSE II: Lil' Dark]

Scrolling through my texts
shit I left unread
never trying to deal with it
there's bliss up in my ignorance
10 dope dealers
ex want me to see her
can't trust her
don't believe her
reply turn into a needle
don't wanna do it again
got shit I'm not trying to relive
head fucked up and I'm sick
these old habits will kill me quick
quicker than I can blink
quicker than I can think
lift me up
don't want to sink
pour me up
I need a drink
what the fuck do I do when sabotage is all I know?
I done dug myself my own grave in this hole
Kill me slow, slow
curtains close low
fuck
I don't see what's the point of going on
no