use to love the bitch now she sucking other dick so i cut my fucking wrist feeling like a puddle of piss, who gives a fuck? no one

I WILL CELEBRATE FOR STEPPING ON BROKEN GLASS AND SLIPPING ON STOMACH SOAKED FLOORS

FREE DOWNLOAD: https://suicideboys.bandcamp.com
https://G59Records.com
G59Records@gmail.com

KILL YOURSELF Part IX: The Soulseek Saga

HARVE$T MOON

FOE [EP] 
Prod. by Big Lo$
Feat. $uicide Boy$, Zehtroid, Bjork

Family Over Everything.

IV (Foe) & IV:ii [Foe Deux]

SWAG TOOF - FOE - 02 -G Double O D- Feat. $UICIDEBOY$ (Prod. Big Lo$)

https://G59Records.com

[VERSE I: RUBY DA CHERRY]

i asked your bitch if i could bum a cig
she said she got a kool
i said thats cool
i don't give a shit what kind of cigarettes that you prefer to smoke
i needed a reason to talk to you
girl it's true
what it do?
you making Ruby drool
$lick slapped me across my face 
snapped me right back in my place
what the fuck?
my pace sure lacks an ace
i'm such a slave to my old ways
make no mistake
all of these hoes want Ruby cause of the cherry
fuck her pussy i want to be buried bitch

[VERSE II: $LICK $LOTH]

she want to be my girl and ride with me
she want to creep off in the night with me
blowing up my phone like $lick i love you
i'm too detached i don't feel nothing for her
i might relapse and put these drugs above you
i might just snap and kill another for you
you see it's dangerous when i think of her
when i think of us
when i think of love
think about my ex
think about the rest
none of them hoes used to give a fuck
call Ruby up get the uzi bruh
i'm so sick of these hoes
light up the joe
bury her in the grave i dug
did it all in the name of love

Grey Sheep II

A GIRL NAMED DROOL AND A PACK OF KOOLS [PROD. JCKIE JEWLZ]

[VERSE I: CHARLES LEE RAY}

turn this bitch into virginia tech ay
got the chopper just to make 'em wet ay
dynamite around my vest ay
we them G59 terrorists ay
keep throwing threats
and i'll keep yawning
light my cigarette
you just keep on talking
watch where you tread
please watch where you walking
i'm from vietnam better known as new orleans
the smell of death is so, so familiar
i'm that silhouette
that all black figure
grave digger
grey killer
lil cut throat
drag 'em to the river
watch his fucking body float

[VERSE II: RAINDROP WALKA]

two empty pill bottles
i'm fucking ducking
i can't call my plug no more
oh no
but i'll probably say fuck it
oh how i love it
really it ain't for discussion
but the truth ain't that far from it
i keep on bugging
like fuck it ima say it
like fuck it ima fuck up
like fuck it ima "fuck up"
and it's fucked up
it's just my dumb luck
it's just my dumb luck
you'll never put me down more than i have
you'd have been down and it's more than i have
fake fucking smile with the knife in my back
fake fucking child bitch that's just how you act

KILL YOURSELF Part XIII: The Atlantis Saga

HARD TO TELL

Check out my edit of “M...... She Wrote” by Tay K
https://youtu.be/kPida9TTrc8

Contact G59 and tell them to put my remixes back to public
G59records@gmail.com

Scrim told me to meet him at a concert about getting them put back up.

I think he’s on some Illuminati mind control shit with the Acacia Strain. Look into it. This song was set private. I had no idea it was still in there. I think cause it was done on the side by them so the label never published it. I had to download it off some bootleg site.

Cantsneakuponme@gmail.com

$uicideboy$ - My Scars Are Like Evidence Being Mailed To The Judge  (Edit)

[VERSE I: SLICK SLOTH]

playa haters surround me like vultures on a dead body
get the fuck from 'round me, ain't tryna be yo' fuckin' friend 
white boy with the nappy hair
bought the platinums, nah, not double-O, bruh
bunch of all you thirsty
thirty somethin' motherfuckin' bald head headass
won't get off this playa nuts
test yo' luck, might catch slugs
this that middle finger up
shit, fuck a bitch
and fuck you too for thinkin' we would not make it
tell me, really (How does it feel?)
if you were in the field believin' the vision that we living
fuck the fluxes of competition, we got the leverage (How does it feel?)
fuck you punks, we stock weapons
47s, .45s, TECs, poles on deck
cut throat, boy
there's more than one reason that I'm a—

[VERSE II: Ruby da Cherry]

broke boy ain't broke
i got a lot of fucking bread now
i've seen the globe
muffaletta loaf sitting in the right and left pockets
but my pockets got a lot of fucking holes
leave a trail of the crumbs for them fuckboys to follow
yeah fill up that hollow stomach with my sorrow
tomorrow ain't promised - a tough pill to swallow
but roxycodone ain't a tough pill to snort
it's a tough pill to kick
always fall short
standing tall with my vice
fuck yall for the sport
the money the bitches the fame
feeling like a hoard
now i'm smoking more ports
and i'm closer to death than i was when i was poor
cooking pizza in the kitchen
passing out on the couch
i'll die from being bored
sing a sadass song with just 4 chords
oh lord
sing a sadass song
another death in the 7th ward
oh lord
sing a sadass song for yung $now 
putting in hours at the morgue
sing a sadass song for another tally on the sword
blizzard storm when i mourn

CLYDE (I HOPE AT LEAST ONE OF MY EX GIRLFRIENDS HEARS THIS)

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