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RubyTheDuckBoySnowLeopard

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[VERSE I: Northside Shorty]
the one pulling all them robberies
the boy who's born from scarecrow
came up from the slums
walking product of the ghetto
i can't feel my face but feeling great as the vice goes
round and round and pound for pound
life going in a circle
from pentagrams to instagram
how i mainstream the 6
them boys can hate
i got their fate
suck on my dick
AKs all around me
wanna die
pick out a stick
grave been dug
load up a slug
lay him to rest up in a ditch

[VERSE II: Southside Shorty]
southside shorty
outside early morning
not a knock
empty out the glock
dot in front the 40
turning you into a pouring 40
or i'll come back when you're poor and 40
take it how you want 
take it as a warning
don't ever ignore me
hide behind the door
me and the fellas bring the storm
we'll keep it coming
mixing up milligrams with millimeters
9 in the chamber
got 30 inside the heater
bloody nose i smell the reaper
smoke surrounds my steps
i'm either choking on breath or reefer
coughing til my death
i'm eager
leaving all my fans as grievers

Long Term Effects of SUFFERING

LIGHTING THE FLAMES OF MY OWN PERSONAL HELL

you can sleep in my grave
i won't be needing it and you need some rest
it's the end of our days
i've tried melting the ice of your skin
i've done my best

not even the sun can fix this one
let me float down
let me float down
let me float down
can i at least keep your skull?
if i look at you now, i'll turn to stone and guard your tomb

i'll live as long as my little lungs last
haunting the depths of the flooded earth

and one day when it is my turn
i'll be too nervous to ask you to share and my spine might break
but i will get all that i yearned
my plan is to hug an anvil and sink to the bottom of a lake

i'll live as long as my little lungs last
haunting the depths of the flooded earth will be my skull
found in water bound grass
will you bring flowers to my grave?
will you let them float down to where i lay?

after further reasoning, i'm going to bed

i remember the way your lipstick
the way your lipstick bled that bloody red
and if i recall from when we last kissed
i spent the whole night throwing up your spit
and finding something to drink that was toxic enough to wash this bad taste out my mouth
because baby
you have had my heart, now you can have my stomach too
i don't know what to tell you
i don't know what to tell you

my love life needs a lobotomy

let me sleep for eternity
pull the blanket right over my head
come join me
i'm lonely
close your eyes real slowly
this won't be something to dread
i promise

i've been stabbed in the back
i smell blood on the track
i've been stabbed in the back, and i ain't crying over spilt milk but who's gonna clean this mess?

take me out

dig me up and out the ground and wipe off all of the fucking dirt
you still won't get the message
i'll include the wreckage
i'm just trying to make this work
i promise

i've been stabbed in the back
i smell blood on the track
i've been stabbed in the back

i got a gun in my mouth and all i can think about is how loud it would sound if i let off a round
but i'm dead on the ground and the ground's stained brown
oh wow
i've been dead for a while now
how?
i guess i'm a ghost now that i'm toast
but i wasn't burned alive and i ain't crying over spilt milk but who's gonna clean this mess?

i've been stabbed in the back
i smell blood on the track
i've been stabbed in the back, and i ain't crying over spilt milk but who's gonna clean this mess?
i guess a permanent stain of brains matches the drapes

XXL Hadron Collider

where y'at, duckboy?

your pearl white eyes
they stain my moon red
let's pull back the tide and see if the moon is dead
it sinks in
it sinks in
this bullet's silver kills
i'm thinking i'm linked in to what gives you a thrill
lights out
i'll take my noose off and howl at the sight of your hand in my claw

fangs out
back hunched
i have all night to hunt
i have all night to hunt
i have all night to hunt
x2

my head pounds, and the moon looks full tonight
i'm hoping that the clouds stay out of fucking sight
one bullet left
heart beats in my chest
why are you frightened?

fangs out
back hunched
i have all night to hunt
i have all night to hunt
i have all night to hunt
x2

i promise to protect you 
to protect you with my curse

fangs out
back hunched
i have all night to hunt
i have all night to hunt
i have all night to hunt
x2

ROUGAROU (i've become the monster)

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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KILL YOURSELF Part II: The Black Suede Saga

ROTTEN SOULS

can i am
i am in tin
i cannot sin
i only end and begin
i consist of atoms and even if you think theres a tad more to your origin
youre still not original

open up your mind you fucking cyclops take a sip
instead of chugging down the shit because you think it tastes good
we arent wasteful, we are full of waste
rip open my ribs
you will see a piece of meat
grab a plate

i don’t matter
i am matter

can i am
i am in tin
i cannot sin
i only end and begin
i don’t matter
i am matter

sold my soul to satan waiting in line at the mall
i got 6 phones 6 homes and a grave 6 feet tall
what do i know?
i failed chemistry
i hated religion
fuck it all

I Was A Teenage Nihilist

coping strategies to combat the algorithm [vol. 7]

End of Summer 2005 (started off as a tropical depression)

verse 1: Ruby
verse 2: Scrim
verse 3: Kold-Blooded

art by @tsunamirose.
mixed by @hogish75.

[Verse 1: (Ruby)]
Bitch I don't give a fuck, just put me in the dirt
Lightin' up another blunt cuz this one almost burnt
Look at me now, bitch I'm full of fucking worms
Fuck school, fuck work, fuck god
Fuck the church, fuck the cops
Fuck the world, in the mouth
Leave my pearl, in it's throat
Then its back to the [Mo?/Note?]
Wit yo girl or you hoe
(wait was that even ya bitch? i dont even fucking know
Can't keep up wit yung snow)

[Verse 2: ($crim)]
Got a blunt laced with snow
666 below
Pistol grip on yo hoe
Then i let that bitch go
It's the return of tha mack
Swisher laced with crack
Let the knife cut back
When im crazy off the sack
All these bitches on my dick
Smokin in the sticks
Clickin' off that ana
Roll that thai like alabama
Bitch i'm i'm MC with that Hammer
Aesthetic
Duckin the slammer
Sippin' out the baby bottle
Smokin' out in my impala

Dollars dollars by the thousand
Can't get paid by no hour

Dollars dollars by the thousand
Can't get paid by no hour

[Verse 3: (Kold-Blooded)]
Nah
I put in work every minute
Betta believe dat im'a kill it
I'ma ride
Till the muthaphukkain wheels fall off
I'm takin it back
When i come up with da craft
Cuz ive never been Act
Underground til my casket drops
I'm smokin in the darkness
(all you seein is my eyes)
[red and bright]
Flow like im posessed
Commitin suicide
Spittin verbal homicide
Let'em die........
Watchin angels cry.........
Dust'em off , like all my ashes
See you fall, while i get high...
Hit'em in da head
Wit da unexpected
Unpredictable
Like Mystikal
Burn'em in a hole
Wit da rest of da hoez
Dat's hatin'
Satan
I'm waitin
For you to call me back..........
I've made my
Donation
But wealth is what i lack
I spit in-cantations
These fools can't hold me back
Just rewind
My statements
And have a fucking blast.....

Kold-Blooded - 666 Below (ft. $UICIDEBOY$) (prod. by $crim) (2015)

Losing My Mind

DIRTY NASTY SUICIDE

$UICIDEBOY$ x GERM - NOT MUCH TO LOOK AT

https://G59Records.com

[VERSE I: YUNG MUTT]

used to smoke crack now i count fucking racks
mack daddy smack licking a powder bag
back on my bullshit 
white benz coupe fit 3 in the back and that's not including your bitch, too
shit
mutt hit the blunt like a bum
slick in the cut with a cut
no we never gave a fuck
here i come suck it up
bitch i'm fucked
lead in the brain i got tar in the lungs
threads full of stains in my car fucking slumped
nothing to gain i got nothing but bad fucking luck
lean the seat back as i swerve and i crash
yeah theres blood mixed with glass as my dreams turn to black
i'm ash
put em in the back
no strap in the backpack
just a bunch of trash
told zac:
if we ever fell off with G59 or FTP let's just be terrorist n blow up on NBC

[VERSE II: TONY WIT DA TOMMY]

this for any pussy boy wanna act up
find yourself dead with no guts
voice in my head saying "kill yourself"
so
so
so i wrote a note
hot boy turned cold
to whom it may concern
fuck you and the world
nurse these xanax
anxiety on panic
fuck
fuck
FUCK
i got to go
i got a 60 pack waiting at home
feel like a zombie
i'm all alone
everyone clones
please tell your bitch to stop hitting my phone
before i put the .45 at your dome lil bitch
hollow tips to the whole motherfucking game
hollow tips gonna insert in my brain

I Want to Die In New Orleans

BRING OUT YOUR DEAD

Lost Child

higher than insurance rates after katrina

I Was A Teenage Nihilist

DUCKBOY

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