MY SCARS ARE LIKE EVIDENCE BEING MAILED TO THE JUDGE

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

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Black $uicide

$UICIDEBOY$ x BLACK SMURF - ...AND SO IT WAS

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Gray/Grey

$HRIMP POBOY (FEAT. SUPA)

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$)

POLLUTED PARADISE

[LYRICS]
(CHETTA)
FILL UP MY CUP TO THE TIP ITS A MUST
IMA POUR ABOVE THE RIM TUPAC WITH THE TUSS
I COULD MIX A COMBINATION
LIL TECH LIL ACT
SHOW UP DEEP LIKE CONVERSATION
LET ME LIVE LET ME ACT
REAL TALK VISION VIVID
IVE DONE SEEN BODY BAGS
TOE FOR TOE WITH ANY VICTIM
IVE DONE SHOOK KILLAS HANDS
TALKING MONEY OVER GRAMS
WRAPPING BRICKS UP WITH SARAN
COUPLE HOMIES OFF THE TAN
AIR YOU OUT YOU A FAN
WELL ILL BE GODDAMN
BUT GOD DONT EXIST SO I GUESS ITS JUST DAMN
FROM A WHOLE NOTHER PLANET
HOPING OUT THE TRANS-AM
SMOKEY THE BANDIT
SWERVING IN MY SPACE SHIP
DIPPING IN MY STASH SHIT
THEY CANNOT RELATE SHIT
NEVER ON NO FAKE SHIT
LAMES WANNA JUMP SHIFT
STACK EM UP LIKE ROIDS BITCH


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Polluted Paradise (feat. $uicideboy$) [Prod. $crim]

[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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