Uglier (feat. Da$h)

$uicideBoy$

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    Pale faces that surround me, eyes looking like round three
    Cup looking like nosebleed, only sippin' hydro-codeine
    Da$h riding, Ruby sitting shotty
    They said, you see 'em? I said, I got 'em
    Bottom lurkers, snakes out the lake
    Ball and chain, ain't no escape
    Fuck the fame, I just want the change
    Fuck a name, I just want a grave
    Spit in your face, Grey be the apes

    You sippin' grape? I don't want a taste
    Cooking dance when I cook the base
    Hit the lace, now I'm feelin' spaced
    You see the tape where the bodies lay?
    Say you real, but I see the fake
    Fuck out of my face, yeah, so?
    Am I in love with drugs? Yeah, hoe
    All my plugs got a mug on the record
    Warzone in the slums like a desert

    Uh, suicideboys still alive, why haven't they died?
    17 More Minutes 'till I'm bled dry, gotta get my head right
    Tighten up the noose, now my neck tied
    No more breath hidin' in my lungs, I'm feeling calmer
    I'm the shepherd with a flock of sheep, claimin' they want the slaughter
    Fathers sacrificin' they daughters so their sons don't have to be offered up
    I often off 'em anyway, 'cause I'm the soul marauder

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    I toss 'em off and sail away to the devil to barter
    Take 'em underwater, take 'em to the altar of Hell
    And let them wander while the devil separates the martyrs
    Whoever's left will be turned into walkers and crawlers
    Wait until the sky is darker, and now they're ready for departure
    Ruby da fire-starter, Ruby da one who lets 'em all burn
    Screaming, Ruby, fuck my bitch! I tell 'em all to wait their turn
    Snap my fingers, now they're feelin' how the flames burn
    Then I extinguish 'em, and assume that it's a lesson learned

    Yeah so, yeah so
    It's a dead man walking, ain't too big on talking
    Chalk laying in the places I be stalking
    Coughing off the nicotine, living dreams, and coughing
    You ever vision me, bitch get the hearse
    Doing dirt, check my fingernails
    Living swell, throwing hunnids in a wishing well
    Vicious sales from all the shit that's being shipped in mail
    This some shit I didn't think that I would live and tell

    Hell couldn't hold me, the one and only
    D-O-double-L-A, ain't into fair play
    Do crimes, stack cheddar
    Whole grain, nothing better
    Shoot first, ask never
    No bet, I'm suicidal, homicidal
    Grab the rifle
    Prolly die of overdose, I'm fucking bitches on the Eiffel
    The only time that I'm ever arrogant is outta spite
    And we getting high in the area that's black and white
    'Cause if you ain't know

    Song details

    Composition: Scott Arceneaux Jr., Aristos Petrou, and Da$h

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