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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

[VERSE I: Blanco Leopardo]

yeah they call me yung mutt
in the cut smelling like some indica
all these hoes keep splitting cuffs
spilling guts
no ands, ifs, or buts
if her butt was any fatter i'd be fucked and quickly bust
splatter kids all on her mug like she's allergic to my nut
give her antihistamines
pistol green like it's a buck
trigger squeezing like i'm fiending for a reason to give up 
bend your knees
begging please like i could really give a fuck
uzi tucked against my spleen
i'll make you bleed until you rust
for the static, i'm an addict
back at it like a chiropractic crack habit
if i want it ima have it
knock you off this fucking planet
send your corpse up to the stars replace em all with fucking maggots
pants saggin'
red flaggin'
ima get the bag whether it's paper or it's plastic
all these fuckboys i be slappin'
aint got time for all your cappin’
ima conjure up my demons
whisper all their names in latin

[VERSE II: Wetto]

yung wetto
it's yung north, mane
whipping in a ford thang
gripping on the hammer
indiana
slicky fort wayne
pot filled with white dust
house color white nut
looking for the chewing
patrick ewing out a white slut
cup dirty
glock 30
murk a motherfucker quick
eastern bloc
sticker shock
custom how i rock a benz
5% on the tint looking like the babadook
fuck a fight i'd rather shoot
my youngin' hollering hootie hoo
i yell amen
hollow tips rain in
59 guerilla
i'm too real for them to cage in
southern cajun
suckers bite the pavement
told that hoe to hit my agent talking bout engagements
fuck a blame shift
i'm that motherfucker, boy
creeping thru the night
turbos breathing like they paranoid
billy bob a halle berry
wetto makaveli
northside
burn em all at the stake while singing bloody mary

YIN YANG TAPES: Spring Season (1989-1990)

Realism Vs Idealism

REALISM VS IDEALISM

[VERSE I: Wetto]

i'm with that fuck shit
pull up we get buck quick
my hoe down like faye but sometimes she can be a dumb bitch
out here since a young jit
nitrous got my lungs lit
wake up from a blackout getting head while I’m in publix
ridin' through the hood like what it do?
prolly off a pill or two
pulled that .44 out
they start talking like they scooby doo
mobbing with my potnahs
we pop in no knocking
nodding off that dope and for dessert just ate neurontin
hit a stain
make a name for a lame tik tok
northside 
grey the gang
2nd world eastern bloc
i might rock it off the flock
i might rock it off apache
i might fuck up on that bitch
if she got a pack of plan b
mane show you how that glock work
show you how to pop first
white trash young man
mop 'em up like Joe Dirt
my hoe like her throat hurt
suck it for a nip tuck
that bitch tried to tell me that I’m sick
so what that make her?
i just bought some land off my LAL 
kilo of some GLD
still the same mane gripping AKs wearing FTP
paint em like a NFT
got them scripts no PHD
my bitch brain insane but she only got her GED
gang coast to coast yea I know me a few robbers
dope game farm to table ain’t no fent up in my product
huh bruh
damn son
who the fuck raised you
cutthroats and them savages how you think I got this name boo?

[VERSE II: Blanco Leopardo]

i could show you how to get it poppin
ruby da cherry ain't got no option
all these hoes keep fuckin flockin
all these hoes tryna gimme noggin
snort a line of heron then tell her she way too toxic
yeah i'm slidin' on these bitches like my feet were made for moppin' 
i can't stop it if i wanted to
glock up in my foreign coupe
scrapin up the concrete
s500 on them 22's
motorola phone when i'm dialing up my potnah
think i'm being followed by a fed in a unmarked impala
skrilla squalla what i'm after
i get money hoe by any means
paper chasin' everyday
i keep them rocks up in my cleats
cut me with some scissors you gon see how much i fuckin bleed
but ill come back with fucking tanks and blow yo shit to smithereens
blick on me
click on me
G*59 the fuckin set
suicide til death 
i'll yell it pokin' out my fuckin' chest
live from the 5 put the 0 behind the 4 
make a point before the numbers just to let you bitches know
i got five killas and they all down to fucking ride
i can call on any of 'em if you down to fuckin die
walk it how i talk it bitch and i aint got no fuckin lisp
whisper my forbidden name and give my hand a fuckin kiss
out the mud
out the mist
ruby take the form of shadows
follow me back to the gates of hell 
we regroup at the gallows
i can smell the scent of blood and i can smell the scent of piss
leave ya body rottin' lock ya soul up in the black abyss

Hot Razor

HOT RAZOR

[VERSE I: Wetto]

killer with that AK get this motherfucker bussin'
tell a hoe to get the fuck if she ain't here to suck it
creepin' on a come up i got fam that need some funding
i'm ducking from drugging and sipping that Tussin and bloating up my stomach
i need the D
the O
the P the E
riding clean
the G the L
E 63
oowee
see chicken heads, they fiend for me
yung north
S-I-D-E
W-E-T
verse two in the booth with a glock loaded
off so many meds
am i coming or i'm going?
fuck an interview, mane
i'm too raw to sugar coat it
see a dead man walking 
next election he'll be voting
pimp on a track
mix dope with the crack
i might slide
camo mask
turn your hood to iraq
bury suckers
fuck a groupie
that's the truth i feel like gucci
i got 99 problems and not one is you gon shoot me
we got anna, motherfucker?
let me know or keep your mouth shut
slicky make a million every time i give that mouse touch
slicky whip that wrist and make a motherfucking ounce jump
wetto mack a bitch
play hard to get and get her mouth fucked
sick motherfucker
no mind motherfucker
that white trash high taxed dying motherfucker
tell the world eat my dick
ima prick motherfucker
life hell
tough shit
i'm the bic motherfucker

[VERSE II: Blanco Leopardo]

fully loaded choppa
knew this bitch who lived on tchoupitoulas
bitch seemed like an opportunist
flockin' just to jock my new shit
stopped in houston
belly looking swollen
better stop abusing wock and chewing fent
yeah all my teeth are fucking rotten
cruising down your block and you know blanco lighting blunts of herb
carefully choose your words
unless you'd rather bite the fucking curb
what's the word?
whatchu fucking heard?
blanco smite the herd
fuck your bitch until her spine is curved
blanco spiked your nerves
bitches on my dick like a love bug
tryna get their claws up in me like a fucking mud bug
bitch ima smug thug
calling up my young plug
playa all that smoke is gonna make me get my lungs scrubbed
i need a breath of fresh air
splash some water on my face
looking back on my mistakes
regretting them is such a waste
keep it pimpin'
move it forward like i'm running just to race
devil right behind me like a finished first place
all of these haters keep wishing that they could be me
all on my steez
spreading my wings but i ain't taking anyone under them
why can't i just glide in peace
using these drugs to release
fucking these bitches for free
flirting with death
i keep promising things 
when's he gonna know that im a tease and i'm just tryna get a lil sleep?
capitalizing the G
F to the I to the V to the E
N to the I to the N to the E to the F to the O to the R to the L to the I to the F to the E
for my gang i will do anything
for my gang i will do everything

YIN YANG TAPES: Summer Season (1989-1990)

Bloody 98 (feat. Ghostmane)

BLOODY 98 (FEAT. GHOSTEMANE)

2)WELCOME TO MEMPHIS NIGGA - Memphis Cult, SPLYXER, NORTMIRAGE

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[VERSE I: GERM]
I just might ride with your bitch
Told her i loved her
Lying like shit
I'm still boolin' tho
Bleedin' concrete
Snortin' oxys
Feelin' god body like who gon stop me now?
Runnin' round while blowin' pound after pound
See me now?
Get hip
Get it now
I'm gone til november
Got into pickin' pockets kinda often
Big ass gas bag
Passenger side of the cadillac
Seat slightly sat back
On my side i got my baghdad
Hotel hoppin'
Bombin' back back
Dynamite in the gucci napsack
Ruckus in the church
Jesus meet this heathen he kinda hurt
Buzzin' im loud
Never stoppin' til they stick me in the dirt

[VERSE II: $LICK $LOTH]
Took a benzo
Wrote a manifesto
Yung hot boy straight from the ghetto
Yung $carecrow dyin' where the wind blows
Cut throat motherfucker robbin' when my ends low
$outh $ide $uicide
Wanna ride in the caddy like do or die
Formaldehyde leakin' drippin' down all my eyes
Terrified when you see me creepin' in the night
Ride like no limit in '96
Stunt like i'm wayne on the carter 6
Now i got money to get a fix
Now my old ex wanna be my bitch
This that motherfuckin' gospel
Kanye i'm a motherfuckin' monster
Cock back, put the barrel in your tonsil
$uicide, bitch, we the council

[VERSE III: YUNG $NOW]
Yung $now spent a fat check
Pull up cause i'm pickin' up a hoe in a black dress
Silk sheets on the mattress match the blood type o on the hatchet
Match the hunnid spokes when i whip it lookin' like the cadillac bent
Lookin' like a car accident
Spilled my guts and i spilled my cup
Lean on my liver i ain't sippin' it up
Hollow out a fuck boy skull so i can sip in peace my g
Don't follow me cause bad shit happens with germ and $lick
That makes three
Sad to see these casualties
They lack the seeds
No matchin' me
These bags of weed
Yeah, that's for free
We trash the scene no gasoline

DIRTIERNASTIERSUICIDE

$UICIDEBOY$ x GERM - HERE WE GO AGAIN

SAGAS DROP SEPTEMBER 11TH NEVER FORGET

[VERSE I: YUNG MARASCHINO]

still got no hoes
so i'm pouring four o's
solo
solo cup double up
3 percs fizzle at the bottom 
if you don't know
hit you when i thrown bones from a pile of skeletons still sitting in my front lawn
drawn to the shadow
call me shadowkhan
crawl to the gallows
now the shadow gone
born with an arrow
sharp with a broken bow
aim it at the fucking battlefront 
ladder climbing up to her window
glass shatters now i'm playing fucking limbo
yeah, i got the cut on my neck
now that bitch wet
only fucking with me when she thinks i'm depressed
told that bitch "bet."
ima fucking jet 
no sweat
ima sip lead
swallow fucking bullets til my lips seep red
ruby been dead

[VERSE II: LIL REMAINS}

yung james jones
sipping on that throwed
mac 11 grip
and my fucking pistol all chrome
i'm fucking bound to bone
bound to the phonk
every day a different day
still getting throwed
middle finer to the hoes
middle finger to the world
umbrella for the tears and the red rain coming down my eyelids 
hate show biz
hate all the fame shit
vanish away like spaceghostpurrp did
either that or blow a hole through my head, shit
cuz things ain't what it is
everything switched
its like i'm watching a movie and i've seen the end
pretend smiles turn to whispers when your body turns
scarecrow bout to burn up in an urn

KILL YOURSELF Part XVI: The Faded Stains Saga

I'M DONE.

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PART I: NO SALIVATION FOR THE PROMISE OF SALVATION

[VERSE I: PAPA PINE]

reach into my pocket and i grab a couple crumpled hunnids
weed look like some crumbled hunnids
blunted out the fuzz is hunting
paranoia turn my stomach
H1 Hummer
rough and rugged
desert camo trunk to the front end
shirt unbuttoned
seat adjusted
100 mph bitch i seem accustomed to life in the fast lane
nothing in the motherfucking gas tank
dumping ashes and laughing
fucking ducking what comes from the government
peeling out into the sunset
eyes so low look like a sunset

[HOOK:
GREYFIVENINE BITCH I SIGNED MY LIFE AWAY]

[VERSE II: YUNG CHRIST]

back on my bullshit
know how to pimp it
put my foot on the fucking brakes
signed up for a life
became yung christ
all i got was a death wish, illness, and a piece of $UICIDE
fuck this ego
fuck this pride
easily execution on my side
homicide homicide
what we used to all the time
we in the benz off the benzos
our depression clinical

PART II: TRY HOWLING AT THE MOON WHILE BEING STRANGLED

[VERSE I: LIL 2/3RDS]

meet me by the moon
half past dusk
back from the dust
cut throat he love them drugs and guns
chilling in the cut
got about 20K and a gun
got a pile of adderall
cigarette butts
everyday adds up
do i look like a give a fuck?
every day of every month
bloody nights turn bloodier
death could be right in front of you
still wouldn't recognize her
got a death list that some still got to catch this
best put the tec quick
die bitch!

[VERSE II: 7th WARD DRAGON]

you ever had to dig your own grave?
live your life with no name
backwood full of romaine
okay
'96 benz with the cocaine paint hoe
high until my death i got the propane tank low
gas seeping all over the house until my say so
light the fucking match now the tank blow
so glad i stayed home
someone call the cops from the payphone
flames all around me
man i hoping they fucking drown me
crown made of ashes only way they fucking found me
forget about me
only way you might not feel so lousy
forget about me
on my own head i would have priced a bounty

PART III: MISSED MY CUE FOR CURTAIN CALL

[VERSE I: RUBY DA CHERRY]

and for my last trick i don't think i'm cut off for this rap shit
$UICIDE i fucking scream it from the rooftop
the only thing i ever did worth mentioning ever since slick burned me a CD of lil wayne
that shit prolly still in my boom box
but now a days i can walk into an establishment and select myself on the fucking jukebox
if i wanted to cop a black countach
drive that shit like 2 blocks and then smash in the back of a new cop car
now i think i'm wanted too

[VERSE II: SLICK SLOTH]

i'm on that lean
yeah that drank
i'm on them bars
don't want to think
i'm on that loud
amphetamines got no time for sleep
lost in my thoughts
i don't know who a friend and who a enemy
nerves real disturbed
down from head to toe
ever feel like sometimes you got to let it go?
plenty days i thought this shit was over
creator of the movement
creator of the music
still feel like i'm losing

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