Suicide Bay

$uicideBoy$

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    They said we wasn't shit, Now they all want to die
    Sold souls grow cold, With the devil on my side
    Sippin 4s, swervin' slow, with them 20s on my ride
    Pussy strong because I GLO, but all them hoes they get denied
    Nother bitch, nother day, with another blunt smoked
    Hit the switches on the lake, on my mirror is a rope
    Suicide til we ashes, fifty nine grey bastards
    After that just take my urn and fucking dump it on the pastor

    I used to be passive, so when I pass please
    Just grab a wrap and, roll me up and smoke me
    I'm talking bout' my ashes, Yeah just let me go off.....

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    I'm from the seventh, ain't no heaven, in my destination
    Engine revving, aiming for the lake
    I'm betting on how long it takes for me to sink below
    I go so low, so low, ain't got no hoe I know I'm dead
    Cause when it's cold outside I see no breath
    I know I'm dead
    Because my neck is red from rigor mortis
    Settling, I'm settling down underneath the ground, inside the grave
    I slick keep digging, yeah you never finished because death is eternal
    Bitch im Infernal, eternally determined
    To murder myself

    With the pain that I've engraved all up in my sub conscious
    From the self doubt among a couple other problems
    I make my way through the flames
    Unmasked like Kane, brimstones in my pocket
    There ain't shit that you constructed
    So the fuck down is where you can sit
    Ridin round with suicide
    In the N.O. on that Voodoo tip
    When I blow up I'm gonna cop a necklace that's doubles as a belt
    And when I murder myself
    Please play reservoir dogs at my celebration of life
    I don't want a funeral I don't want no crying
    Tell my mama that I'm sorry
    This is not her fault
    Remember when I spilt the apple juice in the hall
    Feeding what's eating at me
    I will feast until I starve
    Behaving self destructive
    Hip hop cracked my shell up open
    Unleashed my soul planted a third eye up on my fore
    Closing out the openings of stores
    When I go off, when I go off
    Feelin like Gorilla Zoe mixtape a month
    I get so lost when I'm in the booth, when I press record
    I just might say THANK YOU BASEDGOD
    On a song with $uicideboy$ oh my Lord
    Feelin evil lucid I might peel em like I'm Luca Magnotta
    Rockin Rothco with my papa Derek Deano, bumping Clams Casino
    Wrestling with my demons like Ricky The Dragon Steamboat
    MitcHy Man Savage Carlito
    I record on an Apple with a Hawaiian shirt on
    Rowdy Roddy Piper mixed with a rowdy mothafucka off the street
    I'm always spittin' one too many

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    Composición: $Uicideboy$ y Mitchell Bay

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