Suicideboy Songs Lyrics

Runnin' Thru The 7th With My Woadies

[Marie Therese:]

When you come home

I'll stop this

When you come home

I'll stop this




[7th Ward Dragon:]

View from a balcony, pool lit up blue

Lawn chairs next to the ice chest

Stuffed two grams in the blunt that we just blew

Now I'm getting blown by a bitch

Who? I don't know her name

Gold chain hanging, got a few in the room

But I don't wear them out, only wear them in the house

'Cause I shine so bright, I don't wanna blind you

Who knew Yung $now wouldn't melt in the summer? It's true

Cold as a polar bear

Chilling with Stunna and $lick, I'm surrounded by tulips

Got me 'bout two clips

Got me 'bout two scripts filled up with Oxy

Smoke hovers all around my fucking body

I murdered this bitch named Oddy, yeah, I shot him

$lick got the shovels, and we digging all night

Pouya in the Caddy

Told him, "shine the light bright" 'cause I'm digging in darkness

What was a good day has turned into the usual

Back in all black like a funeral




[Marie Therese:]

When you come home

I'll stop this

When you come home

I'll stop this




[$lick $loth:]

Runnin' from the cops through the motherfucking 7th

Six bodies dropped, and nobody went to heaven

Block stay hot when I'm creeping with the weapon

Gotta keep the pills in me all because of my depression

City of the crescent, riding with a Smith & Wesson

Got a motherfucker guessing when I hit 'em with the blessing

Two shots to the dome, six shots in the chrome

All shot through your home, now that's a crime zone

$-U-I-C-I-D-E

$carecrow creepin' with Uzi

Lucifer, please come save me, throw crucifixes at my feet

Walking through the depths of hell, watchin' as the oceans swell

Grey*59, that's Los Cartel

Nothing but death in every cell




[Marie Therese:]

When you come home

I'll stop this

When you come home

I'll stop this




[Pouya:]

Yuh, she too deep in the flask

Drinking and thinking gonna lead to a bad decision

Déjà vu, I've been through it with you

Multiple times on many occasions

Contemplating vacating without you, I doubt you the one

I could be wrong; I could be sprung; I could be dumb

I could be dumbfounded, well-rounded

Plus the head game therapeutic

She knew that she blew it like Nintendo, you heard me

Some of y'all better curve me, my dick game army strong

My only hope is my song go on for long

This life ain't promised whether you accomplished

What you think about inside of yo apartment

You working for nothing you worthless, bitch

Yuh




[Marie Therese:]

When you come home

I'll stop this

When you come home

I'll stop this

When you come home

I'll stop this

When you come home

I'll stop this

Dejection

[$carecrow:]

Scarecrow rising while devising

My master plan to move in silence

Live through violence, blood flow driving

Me to kill a fuck boy hiding

Manic schizo, life dejected

Don't think I'm soft 'cause I'm depressed, bitch

Just infected, just neglected

Always rejected but respected

Lucifer's first born of the fallen

Triple Six screams bodies calling

I've evolved into revolving

My own way of problem solving

Murder, murder, murder, druggie junkie

Body burning if I'm lucky

Flames of hell that burn my flesh

$uicide I scream 'til then




[Yung Plague:]

Fuck boy wanna talk shit

Put the Mac 10 in his mouth, just the tip

Zip up my brain

666 stiches I feel the pain

No shame

Just saying

Big bang I'ma Saiyan

Who knew Yung Plague wouldn't freeze in the tundra it's true

Hot as a block when the cops know the spot

Cop a rock and then crack in his top leave him blue

Now your skull got a big crater

See you later alligator

Bring the bodies to the swamp

Leave 'em as bait for the chomp and I'm gone

T.R.U. (Totally Rotten Underground)

[Yung $carecrow:]

It's the fiend with bout 20 prescriptions

Down for my Triple 6 killers

I glisten in my world of fiction

Twitching from all my addictions

Mutilations deep down in my basement

Forsaken the road to heaven I had taken

Replacing my scriptures for demons and witches

While twisting a cigarillo fulla bitches and snitches

$ U I C I D E

P R O P H E T

Deceased bodies laying in sheets

The blackest creep of the black sheep

Summoned from Hades to rise

3AM when I arrive

6's all over my eyes

Picking my burial site




[Yung Plague:]

All of these bullets have names written on them

The trigger I pull it and brains spill no caution

Often I murder I toss em

No washing

Ain't nauseous

I'm flossing inside of the coffin

I reek from the mice I eat

I am the fiend for the shrines and sheets

I am the tide and yes I am the deep

G R E Y F I V E N I N E

I am the skeleton hiding the bones I need

I am the leopard print that Lucifer uses for hide and seek

Enemies try and see me but I'm quite the freak

Hiding inside misery yeah my spine so weak

Frying my memory with all the pine a breathe

Scythe in a sheath

I will slice all the sheep because Christ is on ice

I'm collecting the blood he bleeds

MEGA ZEPH

[Northside Shorty:]

Hot boy off the north with the tats on his face

Run, run, run, find a place where you safe

Far from grace

In my maze where I play

Pray on your faith when they claim that they saved

Laugh in your face

Trying to jump home boy?

You might want to refrain

Keys to the gate

Talking hell, little bitch, and you ain't gonna escape

Hold up

Jump out with the Glock cocked

Going non-stop

Aim the red dot

Shoot a mother fucker dead where he laying

Ain't stopping until the gun lock

Mother fucker out my box

Head been knocked by the worst kind

Gorilla from the 59

I'm a psycho

Check my bloodline




[Southside Shorty:]

All of these bitches afraid of me

And all of these fuckboys - they hate on me

So just to sum it up

Basically, I really couldn't give less of a fuck

I'm from the era of terror

The product of financial pressure

Social conformity

Religious error

Mention the devil

They'll fuck off forever

The new millennium brought nothing better

I wanna see blood stains on the grill of the Mustang

Couple pills just to numb the pain

Six roads, one way

Flames arrise

Burned my eyes

I'm late for judgement day

Bossier City Kidnap Victims

You did good, $lick

It's a Smash!

Players-Players-Players never die



Le-le-left a grease stain, his momma gave me good head though

G-G-Gat, shooting Rasputin, Eastern Bloc, mad monk

G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)

F-F-Five to the nine (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)

G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)

F-F-Five to the nine (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)



Blanco always smoking doja, 7th Ward soulja

Always in the cut, with my hood up, I'm a cobra

Choppa city born and fuckin' raised, I thought I told ya

Offered shawty coke, but she thought I meant Cola

P-P-P-Pull up on ya block, lookin' like I got a weapon

All my dogs in fucking heaven like I'm Jesus in the 7th

I know fuckboys got a problem, I'ma end their whole bloodline

Make sure that his last name stay a last name, yeah he done

I'm bout pull up on this lil' ho and make her tongue tied

Now she cryin', tellin' me all about how her son died

Le-le-left a grease stain, his mama gave me good head though

Ruthless motherfucker, Blanco always making heads roll

Tombstone blank, two-two-two tone tank

Now his bitch asking me for a newborn baby

Mixing Wock with titty milk, ain't no new bones breakin'

Got another bitch pregnant and now them two hoes datin'



Le-le-left a grease stain, his momma gave me good head though

G-G-Gat, shooting Rasputin, Eastern Bloc, mad monk

G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)

F-F-Five to the nine (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)

G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)

F-F-Five to the nine (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)



Duckin' off that fent'

But Young Wetto always stand up

Smoke it 'til the last puff

Sleepin' with the handgun, 12 I had to man up

Grey the propaganda, Slicky the commander

Unleashing that terror make your area Uganda, damn, son

How-how I whip that dope and get them motherfucking grams up? (North)

Pimping on a ho too easy, all I do is glance up (Side)

All these motherfuckers pussy, boy, I'm from the land of (North)

Press it right between my eyes, now pull it, boy, don't clam up (Side)

Bought a crib in Florida just to get my fucking tan up (North)

How it feel to date a bitch you know that love to stan us? (Side)

Chopper city love them choppers, 'cause they never jam up (North)

I put angels in my outfield, call me Tony Wetto Danza, damn, son (Side)

Every time I spit, I feel like Jordan when he slam dunk

Wetto I go harder on them bars than when my dad drunk

Gat, shooting Rasputin, Eastern Bloc, mad monk

Come and get your bell rung



Le-le-left a grease stain, his momma gave me good head though

G-G-Gat, shooting Rasputin, Eastern Bloc, mad monk

G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)

F-F-Five to the nine (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)

G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)

F-F-Five to the nine (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)

Let-let-let the grease bang, his momma gave me good head though

G-G-Gat, shooting Rasputin, Eastern Bloc, mad monk

Prettyleaf

[Alesana x5:]

Emptiness has darkened my eyes




[Yung Christ:]

Got a bitch out the sewer

She does something to me

Everytime I look her in the eyes I start to feel shitty

Got a bitch in my Chevy

Met her on the levee

We was smoking and loc'n

Choking and loafin'

It's that player from the fucking 5 0 4

White junkie piece of shit prolly fucking your hoe

Got my hand on the wheel

Codeine on my lips

Creeping in the cut

Other hand on a bitch

No money to count

Just heads to mount

Indo rolled up, put that ass to mouth

$uicidal dreams of dying with my team

Dope on the triple beam

Reaper blowing steam

Charged with possession

My life is depressing

That's why I'm fucking all these bitches on the top of their dressers

Yung J-Will

Scripts stay filled

No reason to feel

Just reason to kill, hoe




[Yung $now:]

I got my hand up the Mona Lisa's skirt

Pussy wetter than when I was petting the Virgin Mary

They call it Jesus Christ's birth

Smoking Frankincense and Myrrh

Catch a motherfucker ducking

Tuck him in the trunk and throw him in the motherfucking dirt

Riding with the spinners on the hearse

Swerving like I'm fucking hurt

Pull up to the scene and fucking lurk

Stoned to death then resurrected

Now I'm fucking burnt

All I need in this life I live is a rusty fucking blade so I can slice my wrists

I don't need no bitch by my side I'd rather die in a ditch

Creeping on the other side

End up lighting a spliff

Malebranche

[$LICK $LOTH:]

($carecrow, $carecrow...)

I be riding with a couple sluts who like cocaine laced in their blunts

Like cocaine blown in they butt

Stack them up, and then I fuck

Hit up Navi, where the addy?

Popping them xans got me swerving the Cadi

Wrecking the valley

Creeping the alley

Just got a phone call, said, "I'm flying to Cali!"

Hit the show and bust it down

New kings of the underground

Pills I keep on chewing down

Got me feeling like I'm motherfucking Jesus now

Hold up, shawty

Fuck your party

Only sipping lean tell her, "keep all that Bacardi"

Risen out the pits of hell in the cornfield where the $carecrow dwells




[Black Smurf:]

(Hustle God seen so many motherfuckin' dollars, god damn!)

504 pour up them
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know we bump that 3 6


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In Memphis, we smoke bust cigars and know we bump Three 6

Catch me I'm smokin an eighth with Oddy tag team shit
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I'm violent with an open mind so better hope some weed lit

I'm tossin my profit

New mortgage, I can get it

One phrase, "I'm hustlin'"

For duckets, might come and jump ya'

For nothin', I start constructin'

Nigga like me ain't never had

So a nigga like me snatch and grab

Tryna get the last laugh

Wake up and get to this cash, yes, the hustle the god read for madness

Can't be trusted if left alone what it is though, nigga

Put the fam first how it is go figure

Bet I'll get the last laugh at the end zone, nigga

Out here 'til the end like a field goal kicker




[LIL OOZING:]

Murder on my mind

Yeah, bitch, I'm back just like a spine

Time and time again, I stop the clock and turn to slime

Resurrected from the ooze, you gonna lose when messing with mine

Dressing in all black

Grey thing strapped to the back of your head

I'ma blow your mind

I know you mine

See that road closed sign

Passed that where the ghosts grow spines

Bitch, I blow some pine

Yeah, your life you'll be handing me

Come try and damage me

Hope you know the devil runs in my family

Settle the score

It's better when you see rigor mortis

I act like a Taurus but move like a tortoise

It's probably from all the lean $lick imported

He poured us a cup when we got on the tour bus

Novus Ordo Seclorum

[Yung Christ:]

Blood stained Fabric, Cotton up in a addict

Life so tragic seems like death is attractive

You stepped up into the minds of the Crime infested youth

Ain't no jobs ain't no stop to this police abuse

Sorry kid, dread, OD popping pills

Fantasize a steal when you went home without a meal

Welcome to the grave no debate 59 six six six the grey

No escape from my fate, bitch I'm ready to die today




[Prince Mononoke the Frozen SHogun:]

Fuck the police and judges

Fuck the priest that kept judging

Fuck the state and the public

I wanna see tall skyscrapers crumbling

We all meet the shovel don't have to act humble

Distance myself from the huddle

Nothing but trouble

Find me a nice quiet place in the jungle

Keep it low key keep it subtle

Only a couple aloud in my bubble

Puddle of blood the result of the hustle

Got all my drugs by the bundle

My frontal lobe constantly struggle

My Closet Is A Graveyard

[Oddy Nuff Da Snow Leopard:]

Gravity's a bitch I'm feeling heavy

Probably from all these pills in my belly

Whipping the Chevy I'm gripping the machete

Palm never sweaty

Bust yo head up open and blood is spilling like a confetti

Bitch I'm ducking low hoping that death is mothafuckin' ready

He been stalking he been watching Cherry

Tried to turn my into jelly

Palm full of plenty pennies

I'm invested in a cheap death

Skin is sweating peeping now my seat wet

As a I leak a weak breath

I'm a Shepard bitch and all my sheep dead




[Yung $carecrow:]

Just another nobody

Nobody body filled with oxy

Heron inside the foil

Five bags inside my pocket

Felonies felonies with your bitching eating Lebanese

I can see anything grab a tint and got me bending knees

Depressing I know I show it they love this so now I'm glowing

Pressing the fact that I'm loathing my whole life so I just folded

Heron the drill like Folgers

I'm just growing colder

Looking over my shoulder I know the reapers getting close




[Skit from "The Return of the Living Dead":]


[Freddy:]

Tina, it was wrong of you to lock me up. I had to hurt myself to get out, but I forgive you darling. And I know you were here because I can smell your brains.


[Tina:]
Get away!


[Freddy:]

Geez! Now you made me hurt myself again! You made me break my hand completely off this time Tina! But I don't care darling, because I love you

Kill Yourself (Part II)

[Ruby da Cherry:]

They figured me a dead motherfucker

Calling me James Spleen

Without a cause of death I be the reaper with the black hood on his head

Yung Snow with the blood red sled

Puppet master

Bodies hanging on a thread motherfucker

Got a grey blade tatted on my wrist

I don't really need to cut it anymore and I don't really need a bitch

Let her rot in the hole

Months later she was found just a skull

She was missing all her bones

Got her headless skeleton hanging on my wall looking elegant

Black suede element

Packing blades

Lacking Benjamins

Horns on my head looking like the tusks of a grey elephant

Looking for my medicine

Plucking the bud off of a nug

Roll it up in a blunt

Now I feel fucking dead again

Looking for a place to belong

So I say fuck God fuck the motherfucking President

Address the American residence with just a knife and the help of a relative

Yeah that's $lick $loth

Both of us buried Ruby da Cherry under a criss-crossed cross

Covered up with a little bit of moss

Looking like a glossed out Yung Jack Frost

Paid the cost to be the boss

Now I ain't fucking dead but my life has been lost




[$lick $loth:]

Isn't it so convincing how I'm breathing down your neck?

Junkies in the back loading up the tec

Fuck her one time now I'm done

Homicide any time for the thrill

One, two, three, four pills

You know a junkie can't afford to get ill

See me I don't fuck with you suckas

They call me the shooter like I play for Rucker

Smokey on Friday they call me Chris Tucker

I swear on my life I don't fuck with you fuckers

$uicide cock it back one time and I shoot it

Keep it low key always gotta keep it moving

Bitches be worried bout what I am doing

Cause they love $licky so much all because of my music

It's the Mac with the gat that goes click clack shoot a mother fuckers back

Brains go splat

No time for a rat ho