I miss you, you bitch.
Why you had to go on and break me.

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 feelin this song alr js listened to it

Hearing "PULL THE TRIGGER BUD DWYER just activated my neurons!

what the fuck do I do
where the fuck I move
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[VERSE I: Yung Mutt]
watch me pull up in a H1 with my day ones
now's the time to say something, if you wanna say something
swinging on 'em
make their face lumped
pull up to the lakefront and roll bout 8 blunts
now my face numb from the grey bumps
white lines like we in a shake junt
fake fronting ass pussy boy 
run
your mama made change
didn't know she also made chumps
make your bitch wet
in fact, here the rain come
stain something
all day plague stunting
ain't fronting
bitch I'm in the back puffing
me and my cousin fucking buzzing
got the razor blades tucked in
airing at the fucking room like Glade Plug Ins

[VERSE II: Wetto]
represent that East 5 9
it’s a grey thing 
creeping round your mother fucking block with no plates, mane
make your motherfucking front yard to a gun range
blocka blocka with the chopper
turn your name to a stain
big dog
no heart
we ain’t built the same nah
big gars
xan bars
fucking up my brain yah
fentanyl
lotta barre
flowing throw my veins ey
adderall
speed balls
i might go insane fuck
whole lotta drugs
life closed to done
demons climbing on my walls in my bedroom
i got tendencies of suicidal ideation
menace to society when I ain’t medicated

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[VERSE I: Traphouse Scrim]
i'm back in this bitch like a menace
running these hoes just like tennis
fuck what you thought of my image
blocka blocka blocka blow
semi auto with the scope
i'm back in this bitch with the cult
i'm back in this bitch with the phonk
scrim back in this bitch better know
i'm back and i'm hating and plotting
back and i'm scoping with robbers
come back and then jaws get to dropping
come hard when you step in my yard
scamming
gimme your card
off of a couple them bars
choppa k-k-kicking
auto f-f-spitting
talking a lot of that guala
from the eses to the shottas
lil wetto with yoppas
get my pills straight from the doctor
off of the jump with my shit
offer the dump off my hip
50 shots like i'm back in the crack
smoking that pack off the jack
OD slowly

[VERSE II: Spooky da Scary]
i have become what i hate
sad to say i saw this coming from miles away
too bad that it ain't a race
coughing my lungs out
stuck in last place
always in bad shape
blunt to the face
i want all the smoke
let me get a fucking taste
what the fuck you gotta say?
yung plague untamed
yung plague got nothing to hide
now i've never been one for picking sides, but i choose $UICIDE
yeah i reject almost everything bout this new world
i reject all the people inside
they can run
they can hide
they swim
they can fly
but i'll hunt 'em day and night for the rest of my life just to watch them die
then shed tears like a crocodile
all the while my choppa smiles
bite the bullet
that's not my style
belly full of lead and stomach bile
you thought that your life would be worth while
just another fucking rank-n-file
first came school
then you got a job
now your fucking bitch is walking down the aisle
safe neighborhood for the domicile
redoing the kitchen picking out new tiles
don't touch that fucking dial
let's see what's on TV!
world war III in a couple hours
but at least the house is clean
bodies will be piled for miles and miles
but the maid service was free

Long Term Effects of SUFFERING

BLEACH

Been Here Forever

Murder He Wrote (feat. Scrim)

SHAKEWELL x GERM - GARDEN TOMB

EVERY DOG HAS ITS DAY

PULLING UP (feat. $uicideboy$)

SACRIFICE & SABOTAGE

MEET ME AT MY WORST (feat. Scrim)

Murdastory.m4a

VERSE I: Lil Remains]

still riding with my devils
ain't shit changed
gun to my temple
sharpen up the blade
feel the motherfucking phonk like it's '93
grim reaper in a jeep when i hit the streets
motherfuckers better hide
better duck quick
it's the sandman
better run
shift back to my old ways, old days
pill bottles in the cabinet
i can't feel my face

[HOOK: Lil Remains]

baby
fuck what they say
full of drugs
can't feel my face
x2

[VERSE II: Lil Remains]

Dope in a bag
brown-yellow rock
they don't know slick
they don't know the block
tell me what you want?
Tec or the Wok?
say the world is yours
got your world in my sock
hoes tryna fuck
hoes tryna lock
eat that bitch's box
suck my dick and give me top
how could I forget?
medicating with Gelatto
car sports model and my gun is semi-auto
lately trip a lot
lately sip a lot
scripts from my doc
finesse him like a cop

[HOOK] x1

[VERSE III: Yung Maraschino]

Three houses, 2 cars
I'm a boss
facts
spent a hunny thou sucking all my snot back
fucking ducking
that's a small quack
blowing out a broad's back
I can't fucking cum because my dick is numb and all that
fall back
I'ma call back (psyche)
where my dogs at?
lining up the chalk fat
yeah, her ass left
but she brought it back
shawty pointing at that shit
so I bought her that

[HOOK: Yung Maraschino]

baby
fuck what they say
full of drugs
can't feel my face
baby
fuck what they say
next time they talk
I'ma fuck their face

[VERSE IV: Yung Maraschino]

reach into my pocket
yeah, I fucking got it
oooh that shit was fire like the bottom of a rocket
blunt full of gossip
just so I don't vomit
never play it cautious
could give a fuck if I lost it
fuck a 4
yeah, gimme 30 o's
it's time to fucking go
it's time to fucking go

[HOOK]

[OUTRO: Yung Maraschino]

I can't stop now
what's the point?
I can never calm down
x2

BIZARRO

[VERSE I: Lil Cig]

Northside shorty pull up in a drop top
3 AM with the night back drop
popping on pills like I pop cough drops
multi-millionaire all from my laptop
slob on my knob until your jaw lock
came a long way from rocks in my sock
moon walk on the block
while I'm sipping on Wok
took a whole year off and we still on top
still the same boy that came from Jeffer Street
still the best friend that the devil keep
always burning up
triple six degrees
lock Scarecrow in hell and throw away the key

[HOOK: Lil Cig & 40 Blunts]

As the years go by
another day closer to death
time is ticking
hurry x 3

[VERSE II: 40 Blunts]

As the years go by
all the things that you were gonna do
you never did 'em
now you're wondering how come they never listen whenever you're talking
look who the fuck just walked in
time to clear the air
fuck that
I'll be coughing until my coffin
and in my coffin I won't toss and turn
instead I'll rest
I've earned some sleep 
let me dream up sheep
release me into the deep
cover up my head with the sheet
As the years go by
the same fuck girls will be fucking the same fuck boys
as the years go by
the same heroes you once had have been reduced to a toy
as the years go by
the drugs used to be fun
now, they've become a problem
as the years go by
before your life even begun
now, it's coming undone

PUTRID PRIDE

[VERSE I: OG Corpse]

The fuck I need with life?
life is what needed me
they looking around for who?
who the fuck gonna save me?
Yung Christ been dodging death
dodging death done became my thing
take my chances with the glock
cock it back and let nina sing
looking out my window
feel my pulse going down
been mixing chemicals trying to find a compound
I don't wanna feel a thing
give me the drugs numb the pain
get away
fuck out my face
you want to switch?
well here's my place
bitch you can take it
how the fuck does it look from my view?
tell me what you thinking
it ain't all that it seems when you got to face it huh?
save lives daily but I can't save me, nah
all that glitters ain't gold
ain't that the saying? 
fuck

[VERSE II: George Washington's AR-15]

catch me at the cemetery visiting my enemies
gripping the machete
glistening it's rinsed and ready
reflecting wishes of death
if mine is selected tonight, I know the devil's sweating
"You have until I count to seven to escape" he threatened
please bury me
under the cherry tree
standing on the floor of my grave pissing on my destiny
rejecting death
gasp for breath
my existence they'll be questioning
ruby back from the dead and better than ever
yeah, I guess we'll see
panoramic views of me whipping the Panamera is infinitely better than me dead and gone 
on Nutella interior leather
chain still swanging
only now it makes my neck hurt
rain or shine
Grey*59 can measure up in any weather

[whispers Indistinctly]

[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: Norman Atomic]

booked a first class flight
fly me anywhere
making sure it's somewhere far away
awake me when we land
I never thought that I would be a millionaire
never in my life
on the verge of suicide
I told the world "It's you or I"
I have two sides
one that wants to see you all thrive
and one that wants to see you die
fancy cars and clothes homes
wrecked and abandoned
now you're regretting that loan
money on my mind
i lost track of time
tried to spend it all in one night
now i'm broke until i've died

{VERSE II: Anthony Mars]

came home late night
hugging on my parents tight
told me that they missed me
followed by another fight
wait
Facebook, Gram likes
how you doing on the mic?
how you doing on the road?
I ain't trying to tour no more
fucking all these hooes only left me with a bigger hole
popping pills every night
rotten on the inside
pain covered red eyes
don't know how to get by
all they see is dollar signs
scott done got itemized
manifested suicide

Feel It Too (It's Too Much)

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