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2 Hot 4 U (feat. $uicideboy$) [Prod. Budd Dwyer]

(Hook)
I aint never love no fucking thot
Thought I loved her yeah will bitch you fucking thought
I pull up and fucking drop that bitch off
Say she love me i aint take no fucking loss

(Verse)
Fuck any bitch that be thinkin i love her
Im tired of these bitches im like danny glover
Im here for the summer we fuck every other,
Day of the week and i aint save your number
Catch me on no jumper i fucks wit the culture
Pour me another aint feelin no younger
All i see is colors munchies boost my hunger
Im up on the upper you under you wonder why

I died see my eyes as i lie crossin over the great divide
Hear my music get terrified
Tears full of cyanide runnin thru the night
Smoked out drunk as fuck on the riverside
You might  ask me why my mind thinks this way
My dreams full of genocide even thru the day

(Hook)
I aint never love no fucking thot
Thought I loved her yeah will bitch you fucking thought
I pull up and fucking drop that bitch off
Say she love me i aint take no fucking loss



Rings Of The Abyss

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[Verse 1: Lord of Loneliness]

allow me to collect myself
i'm all over the place
put my brain on the shelf
throw me away
throw me away
my hands always hiding my face never knew why
i guess it's cause i feel erased
sever new ties
i'm best when i feel i'm replaced
get the glue
might have to clean up this mess tonight
black skies
not a star in sight
that's why i get scarred from light
my demons escape to the place where there's blue skies
they leave me behind with no trace
get the noose tied
my neck snapped and my body hangs in the new light
the end only comes when it's time

[Verse 2: Yung Lowdown]

baby, i've longed to see you
baby, can't think of nothing but you
i'm caged in
walls cave in
sinking I, I can't swim
do you think of me when you're fucking him?
do you think of...
...because it's only you i want
i'm hurting, i can't front
seems like i can't get enough of you ripping me apart
you got me broken and on my own
hoping you call my phone
wait, you're blocked because i'm trying to move on
to be frank, i fell in love with a hoe
but, i need you

Eternal Grey

LEAVE YOUR THINGS BEHIND II

VERSE I: $LICK $LOTH

Still depressed
Still misunderstood
Still popping pills, popping seals, smoking backwoods
Still smoke a swisher if you got it with you
Everybody won't me sober, but i'm not a quitter
I say the less you know the better
That west bank fire setter
$uicide dream team
It's that codeine fiend
Hell bound is what i'm deemed
Surrounded by crime scenes
Only peace that i know is sleep or be deceased
I can't call it anymore
Get more depressed when i'm on tour
Wake up in the middle of a war
Wake up wishing that i was a fucking corpse, fuck...

VERSE II: RUBY DA CHERRY

Yeah, now if we got a problem, then we got a problem
I don't give a fuck
I can't even see that far at the bottom
My cousin toxic, and i'm rotten
This ain't an option
I was opting out responsibility
Turn a new leave and get it poppin
Pull up on their fucking ass
All they do is fucking ask "can i flash you with the gas?"
And so i pull up on their ass then i ask "want to catch the gat's blast?"
It's always back to back
$uicide used to calm my depression, used to call it my progression, used to make me less upset and $uicide now causes all my depression

VERSE I: LIL NO FLASH

Sold out shows, but i don't believe in souls
So i doubt these shows are going to leave me feeling whole
A couple blunts i blow and now i'm idolized, a role model
That'll get 'em to get me to model clothes
I'd rather snort up roxy's until that dope battle rattles
Nope, i'm not about to tackle yet another problem
I'll have to put this one at the bottom
I feel like fucking sodom and gomorrah, but life is sweet
Another black petal falling down right at my fucking feet
Another flower rotten, a bouquet of efforts
Sour scents are haunting my defeat
Sold out funeral no live nation fee
Captivate 100,000 people
Still me and the reaper me
100,000 want to meet me
I hope they'll let me be

VERSE II: LIL HALF CUT

I'm able to paint a picture most people can't even see
Basquiat mixed with Monet when that heron in me
Self-critic thats speaking in cryptic
Defying the laws of physics
Let me be specific
Sadistic, mr. pessimistic
Slickity sloth the motherfucker they call the anti-christ
Used to dream of fans chanting, screaming that "$uicide!"
Now i get on Instagram and they're posting my personal life
I promise it's not what it seems
Climb up just to fall down a stream
Drag me to the river
The richer i get, the worse my liver gets
No strippers on my zipper
Still in my room
Keep it dark as i can
Remember scraping up change just for cigarettes
Immortalized $uicide
No they won't forget

VERSE I: LIL REMAINS

Yeah playa
Yeah playa
All my teeth gold
Damn playa
Damn playa
I still can't sleep though
Yeah playa
Yeah playa
I be that sheep eater
Wolf creeper but disuised as the grim reaper
Sad playa
Sad playa
I be that sad playa
Damn playa
Damn playa
Thought you was money making?
Yeah playa
Yeah playa
Don't change that i'm forsaken
Grey playa
Third razor
Laugh at you bitches hating
Yeah playa
Yeah playa
My pupils dilating
Dope shot up in my veins
I'm feeling nauseated
Law breaker
Law breaker
I'm trying to feel alive
Make sure my teeth gold when i'm filled up with formaldehyde
$uicide

VERSE II: PAPA PINE

Used to be called a bunch of things before they called me snow leopard
I froze up and shivered off the shards of cold weather with no effort
Leather belt around my throat feels so better than the rope i had before
The results are the same, but now i'm comfy when i go
I got hoes that burn their wrist with the blunt they rolled for me
And now i'm always stoned
Always home alone
In the back of the benz, i got my squad i know
But, i only see them on the road, and the rest i know just want to use you
Always want to used you
Snakes in my face, yeah, i think i'm medusa
Polo pajamas with the pockets ripped
The red, white and blue ones
That's why i'm always losing money, but don't let that confuse you because now i got a mouth full of gold, but baby i'm still a loser

I No Longer Fear The Razor 3

I NO LONGER FEAR THE RAZOR GUARDING MY HEEL (III)

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[VERSE I: YUNG OOZE]

posted with the blunt and i don't need to take no fuckin pictures
fuckin wit yo bitch she keep on sendin me all type of pictures
been a duck
jukin and dodgin all these unzipped zippers
i don't trust no hoe
screenshots posted when i'm scrollin insta
gram in the wood
i don't give a fuck bout who is wit you, who you know, and what you did
i'll be smokin til i get blisters
pass it to the mirror
hit it twice and pass it back
smoke a sac
spill some act
got a tombstone fuck a plaque

[VERSE II: LIL REMAINS]

creep at night
look for homicide
those i want to die
i am anti-christ
your saviour
the god in flesh tonight
lullabys im singing with blood coming down my eyes
walking over dead who's full of lead
i had to kill him in my torture chamber, yeah
koopsta kincca told me do it so i could not say no to him
no no no no
how many times i said it that i want to go
glock to my temple
devil tells me no

[VERSE III: MAXO KREAM]

you steady postin with that burner
you ain't shoot shit
you just takin pictures
44 nickel hit ya
hollow split ya
t-shirt with your picture
activist come get your issue
blow like tissue
smoke like swisher
pull up to your residential
we can't find you
shoot your sister
2 23s through your window
trigger maxo bitch you know my name
joysticks like nintendo
since you niggas think that it's a game
call of duty tactics with that plastic
stretch you like elastic
flip em like gymnastics
acrobatic
fuck an open casket

KILL YOURSELF Part XV: The Coast of Ashes Saga

PICTURES (FEAT. MAXO KREAM)

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[VERSE I: LIL CIG]

i keep on strolling with no control of my thoughts of life
seems like my home has become something i can't recognize
doubters turn to believers, but fuck i'm not surprised
i miss my cousin so much, yet he's still by my side
crazy how friends switch it
asking how they can get a picture
what happened to what's up homie?
how you doing?
goddamn i miss you
don't want to be no where else
so i'm making myself create this hell in the place i dwell
stuck in an open cell
take me back before the levees fell

[VERSE II: 7TH WARD LORD]

yeah, i be that 7th ward lord with them devil horns
born and raised in the waves of the storm
the flood has left me wet and torn
the garden of eden destroyed by babylon demons
they poured the chlorine with no warning
petals on the floor freezing
a world once unexplored
i think i'm marco polo covered in thorns
set my compass to avoid tethered forms
new orleans is war torn i ain't betting scores 
and all of my friends are now whores
and i'm bored of all the replication of the life i once lived in the city i once adored

KILL YOURSELF Part XII: The Dark Glacier Saga

PLANTING THE ROOTS ONLY TO FALL OUT THE TREE

Duo. #FDQ #deadroots 
Dead Roots
D3AD ROOT$

GUTTER ft. Somber

KILL YOURSELF SAGAS XI-XV DROPS 05/26

[VERSE I: YUNG OOZE}

2 strikes
turn that pussy to a sacrifice
slash n gut the gar
ash the blunt and park
roll the window down and ask the price
i've always hated flashing lights
i'd rather grab the mask and knife
snag the cash in spite the fact i smashed your bitch for asking nice
i'm passing pipes and glass and spikes
i bag the ice
ignite the rags in gasoline
one strike of the match and now we talking thrice
3 strikes
i might forget the events of tonight
ruby all bite
leave em bleeding
leave the scene and say goodnight

[VERSE II: LIL CUT THROAT]

if we got business motherfucker
let me know
everybody know my rep since 1994
i don't swing high if i got that nine
bitch in Calvin Klein
blunts borderline
fuck it still smoke it anyway
i be that suicidal worshipped idol
filled up with that medication
burning bibles 
grab your child
chopper style a generation
reading revelations got me thinking
been ready to die but i ain't got no fucking patience
you feel me

[VERSE III: SHAKEWELL]

waking up dirty sodas get poured in
i had some blues, but i sold em
keep k's in glocks, but they stolen
i might just flip em and profit
makin more off licks
run your pockets
my OG's poppin a rocket
i pray to God they free Gozm
but God don't hear me
these prophets is all too fake so i'm mobbin
if you can't get em
i got em
pull up and handle the problem
squeeze 3 hear it move through he breeze
now you standing bloody can't breathe
got goonies who gone off that tweak
sip syrup and drank Hennessy
that just be the truth through these streets

KILL YOURSELF Part XIV: The Vulture Saga

VENOM (FEAT. SHAKEWELL)

OFFICIAL VIDEO: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZQRsDx11pCg

[VERSE I: SOULJA RAG MURDER]

all i see is scrubs
face mean mugged
on a couple drugs
smoke with migo plug
FTP my blood
grey the fucking gang
boy stay in your lane
never high
just maintain
hate this fame
hate this game
take these shoes
last a day
oil flowing through my veins
lil remains that make that stain
y'all look good in cellophane mane
insane
real blade
swing it through your fucking brain
i said fuck 'em
we got a problem?
what you gonna do with it?
i think nada
just a persona
and i'm nirvana
popping xans to make you mad i know you want some
rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling
got an ounce of the coke white snow floating
river road shawty
yung christ the one chosen
slick tote the AK47 stolen
woadie joscin' 

[VERSE II: SNOWMANE]

all of yall are oversaturating 'preme and bape
bitch its FTP all fucking day
all yall look the fucking same
fuck the fame
fuck a lane
bitch i'm bout to swerve into the toll booth and scrape the change
bring out your dead and blaming it on yung plague
bitch i pull up with the K
K9 by my right leg until i say OK
K9 on his hind legs ripping off your face
all i gotta say is G*59 until the grave
1 color
2 numbers
3 fingers in the sky amongst the thunder
i'm like fuck the others
ima bring the ruckus
i might fuck your bitch
she swears she suffers under the covers
ima hell hound
hell bound
shawty wanna die
ima sell pounds
shawty said she might let them bells pound
shawty wanna cry
i'm like fuck
every night keep turning black
i close my eyes

2ND HAND

[VERSE I: WHO BOY BOY]

definition of the living dead
got a dead bitch giving head
tulip flowers growing on my bed
rust and blood settle on my lead
broken soul but i'm breaking bread
head dreaded boy from Waggaman
Petey Pablo shirt off
but no swinging like a helicopter
got it covering this chopper
spitting out them yoppas
got the drama with the lama
i can get you to nirvana
run them pockets proper
we create our own karma
balboa out the magnolia
northside soulja
need the keys to the rover
yung scarecrow

[VERSE II: LIL WAAAAAA]

ruby the fucking ape
ruby the fucking orangutan
mumbling nothing
just the discussion of public destruction
i'm up in flames
the soulja by the lake
feeling like i'm in the navy, but i pull up in the tank 
sipping the tang out of an AK
kangaroo the next lane
lame move you looking plain
can't redo the flex mane
camo on my body like i just got back from war
i heard a bang in the bank
ben frank on the floor
back in New Orleans, now everybody wanna score
i'm trying to finesse the lesser into something more
i'm drawing a blank on who the fuck you is

AUDUBON

[VERSE I: RAINDROP WALKA]

another day waiting for death
everyday that i waste on my list of regrets
so i tell myself "it's okay. day after next we'll make all these arrangements to change. you can better yourself."
i know i'm wasting my breath as i inhale
i know i'm escaping my death as i inhale
i can't recall why i'm suffocating
my lungs are failing

[VERSE II: LIL CUT THROAT]

Step into the mind of a cut-throat
Empty streets
cold weather
all alone
Blackness
grey air, just snow
Feelings low
being followed by crows
call list overflowed with hot lines
Drug help, mental, suicide
Feel tired, feel dried and you wanna die
Pride fried, closed eyes and you start to cry
Swear I spent a lifetime trying to get it right
Still isolated, still out of sight
Keep my dreads swinging like they in a fight
I just wanna kill everyone in sight
Take the money, take the bitches, take the drugs, take the gold
Baby, let me decompose
Never names said more shade spit
I'ma see you one day, that’s a promise

Tape

NEW CHAINS, SAME SHACKLES

[VERSE I: RUBY DA CHERRY]

ruby slipped a roofie in cream soda with a two piece
riding uzi
riding two seats
slide two cups inside the koozie
i'm so slumped
i'm so numb
swerving, skrrting with the pump
serving bumps
ruby da chump gotta loosen the blunt
gotta screw that's loose, too
but no the noose
stunting
gotta watch the fucking news
making my debut
stunting
getting goose from your bitch, too
juicing up the oven
yung ooze 
gotta prove that i'm a dime a dozen
$uicidal, so is my cousin
i gotta gut feeling theres a blade up in my stomach
i don't fear god cause i know that he's just bluffing
ima die one day
open up the gates to nothing
heaven ain't an option
so before the buzzards start crunching
ima keep on fuck it
ima keep on saying fuck em
ima keep on saying nothing
unless you want to get to fucking, best keep on trucking

[VERSE II: ANTHONY MARS]

curb checking when i'm whipping with the leopard in the '94
hearing voices in my mind hoe
heroin down my nose
like houston, coming down
hundred blades on the tahoe
light up my tabacco
rebirth of the scarecrow
i just put my hand in my pocket found a xan ay
cut throat with draco
it's the yung slenderman ay
you ain't seen a psycho till lil slick without his pills
my life just wants to give in every time these burdens build
on me
on me
on me

KILL YOURSELF Part XIII: The Atlantis Saga

O' LORD! I HAVE MY DOUBTS

[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

HARD TO TELL

[VERSE I: ODDY NUFF]

say bitch, who the fuck you think you talking to?
fuck all yall rappers
i'll slap the shit out of an actor and make him act faster
in order to back up the fact that he's fake as fuck
i'm flabbergasted hoe
i'm back in action whoa
i'm lavish
holes up in my bag of slow 
more rolled
blow whole o's
oh no! smoke!
lay low
choke, croak, halo
lazy flow and still i glo a frozen flame
they say they know my name but only say it out of range


[VERSE II: LIL CUT THROAT]

fuck a dead body hoe you already know
i be that skinny white fiend
lil fucking cut throat
no joke
tip toe when i'm creeping in the fucking dark
move slow
sip moe
every time i pop them bars
wanna go toe to toe?
i promise you won't last long
bodies blow
bullets flow
just another sad song
savage with the 'matic
manic that's an addict
all my habits tragic
dirty dancing with the xanax

PUMP FAKE

[VERSE I: LIL REMAINS]

fuck a dead body
don't pick 'em up let 'em dry
east side fifty nine
with the choppers out the ride
mommas cry
kids die
second line
vietnam
testify
get crucified
have your family by your side
full of fuck shit
double my cup with mud bitch
sluts wanna suck dick
hit 'em with the drop kick
bitch your pussy is nonsense
demons with the glock grip
suicidal cult shit
love to watch the blood drip

dead man walking

[VERSE II: YUNG MUTT]

rather be dead than bored
settle the score
let the metal pour right on to the floor
fuck your brain, you fucking whore
fuck your chain, you slave
i left the bloodstains on the door
blade made of iron ore
made stains right on the shore
washed away, the waves took it north
but now i gotta stay warm
catch another flight and now i'm back on tour
can't relax me motherfucking sacre coeur
used to make shit pop like fucking kettle corn 

dead man walking

FUCK

[VERSE I: PRINCE OF TIDES]

blanket protection
sweating
heaven left me on the steps and now i can't stop stressing
who is ruby da cherry?
let the internet keep guessing
that's always the fucking lesson
the less you have, the more you getting
$UICIDE
G*59
i'm guessing all the blogs slept in
back then they didn't want me
now i'm hot hoes all on me
back then straight from the swamp
we climbed up out
no moss on me
i'm clean as fuck but keep it dirty like i'm from the dirty
riding dirty in a dirty ride
might stay alive until i'm 30

[VERSE II: NORTHSIDE SHAWTY]

hot boy
keep the block hot
shot cop
got popped
run up with the blocka
drop top
house shot
fuck the cops
fuck you
and mother fuck the population
all these goof mother fuckers just some fucking imitations
smoke me a mother fucking L to the head
grey fucking five nine
hoe you know what i rep
sleep walk with the dead
put a slug in your head
we them south shore playas that don't fuck with pretend

WITHDRAWALS/WITHDRAWALS

[VERSE I: LIL HALF CUT]

well it's that mac daddy
lac swangin'
all these suckers still complaining
back at it
still an addict
i got love for bad habits
riding low
sipping slow
mixing codeine with that dope
split it up with my kinfolk
grey five nine
you know the code
ridin' down the 7th
make a left on Crescent
opposite of heaven
no confessions or you end up missing
lil half cut
got the mac
oddy got the sack
yung tyler durden
introverted
born a burden
yet they still worship

[VERSE II: JAME$$PLEEN]

i got 4 lines in the cup and that cup inside another cup
creme soda turned into red creme soda
hydrocodone liquid
made the fucking doctor cough it up
now i'm leaned over
now my spleen's yoda
green throw up
ima fiend, so what?
life is but a fucking dream
pour up
drive high when i drive by just to seem sober bitch
and if i seem sober it's because my fucking spleen exploded
and i keeled over
wheels rolling right off of the cliff and splashed into that river stream below us

STYROFOAM

Lyrics: https://genius.com/Ghostemane-kali-yuga-lyrics

Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F_jLgBw1HKE

People Are Expensive

Kali Yuga

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Another thousand at your face you gon remember me
Better run and hide
No ones safe you are no Friend to me
Blackmage and Buffet the sets everything else gna get a dagger up in your chest
Summoning baphomet I met him then I jump to my death

Pouya - swangin like an orangutan 
blood stains gon hit the flo
I broke my nose and forgot my name 
and who the fuck gon take me home ?
lost my phone in the pit 
swang and a miss
kicked in the jaw for flaming a bitch
my eyes twitching from the blood drippin hunnid one thugs and they roll with me 
got a midget mac in the Cadillac
with a thousand rounds that'll send you back to your grannies house with your paintes out got you lookin like a fuckin faggot now 
you can't hang with me
stay low key that's my mystique 
grew a tree and bought a hammock 
just to hang my feet 

Ghostemane - I thought I'd be dead by now

Comin up and never going back
Never going back to when nobody had my back
Still I won't crack a smile until the pain hits the brakes and just eases up off of me
Let me breathe
Let me breathe
Why can I not keep up with all of the
Self
deprecation
Brain fading
Leave me to die on the pavement

I never wanted this

I fucked that bitch
Till she bled on me
Under the trees at night
Dirt all on her hands and feet
Then left her red on read
Alone like she found me
I'm cursed to die alone I think I hear my daddy callin me

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Prod. by @FLEXATELLI

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2000 Rounds Ft. Ghostemane [Prod. by FLEXATELLI]

*LYRICS* 

OLD SOUL - GOLD [Prod. OLD SOUL]

Bitch now they fuckin' with that OLD SOUL (oh so)
They heard my name, bitch yeah i’m boutta glo' (boutta go)
I’m comin' up, but not sellin' my soul (my soul)
I’m grindin’ till i’m i dyin’, Inhalin’ the gold (inhalin’ the gold)

Never wanna live again if voices gon' speak again
Bitches meditatin' on this fuckin’ shit i spit again
Stackin' til my pockets swoll, another day another night 
A body fallin’ right on the floor 
The voices still speaking, i stare at the ceiling'  
The blood starts to leakin', i'm hardly still breathin'
I'm losing my mind again,  meditatin’ like a fuckin' zen 

Bitch now they fuckin' with that OLD SOUL (oh so)
They heard my name, bitch yeah i’m boutta glo' (boutta go)
I’m comin' up, but not sellin' my soul (my soul)
I’m grindin’ till i’m i dyin’, Inhalin’ the gold (inhalin’ the gold)

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