Suicideboy Songs Lyrics

Grey Boy$

[Trap Hou$e $crim:]

I got these wicked ways

Creeping on a trick

Ready to blast on a sucker with no remorse

Load the clip, wigs I split

Infrared in my hand

Murder was all on my fucking mind

Psychopath, lunatic, crucifix, pop that nine

It's that West Bank killer walking around like thriller

Chop up the body and bury the brain

Sniffing the, sniffing the coca caine

Kill a mother fucker just to pawn his chain

Tell me how it feels to be alive in a grave

Tell me where's your God when your trying to get saved

Tell me where's your God when your body's full of pain

Tell mw where's your God when your body's full of pain?!

I'm gripping and whipping the pistol

The mission to make the blood trickle

The sickle the cell, I'm just so fucking sickening

I'm sorry my ways are just so fucking wicked

I'm gripping and whipping the pistol

The mission to make the blood trickle

The sickle the cell, I'm just so fucking sickening

I'm sorry my ways are just so fucking wicked

[Yung Plague:]

Black out the sun turning day into night

Bitch Yung Plague got a blade in one hand it's a knife

In my right first a pitchfork or maybe a trident

That murder I tried it, and I fucking liked it

I sliced 'em, I diced 'em

Got blood on my white shirt

I let the stain dry and then cried out my third eye

They heard that I died

Meet me in the graveyard

Tombs got my trademark

Sky stays dark, and the moon brings out my decayed bark

Meet me in the graveyard

Tombs got my trademark

Sky stays dark, and the moon brings out my decayed bark

Meet me in the graveyard

Tombs got my trademark

Sky stays dark, and the moon brings out my decayed bark

Meet me in the graveyard

Tombs got my trademark

Sky stays dark, and the moon brings out my decayed bark

Back From The Dead

[$witchblade $crim:]

I got dreams of blowing my brains out

While fucking some bitches in the mouth

Keep these hoes wet with a jaw full of clout

Young white demon from the south

Drinking lean, never liquor

Two-phone shawty, dial up the digits

Anarchy's the mission

Said fuck a religion

Can I get a witness? Uh

Syrup in my Icee, having threesomes at the movies

That's the beauty of the groupies

Just gone and ask Lil' Uzi

$uicide, unifies all the scrutinized

So please either crucify or euthanize

My super size fantasy to cease my life

[Lil' Uzi the Antichrist:]

Never sold crack but I smoked it

Think you the cream of the crop

Imma bring out the locusts...

Hold up lemme focus

Bitch, I'm sipping brain punch

Drain my lunch's veins

Blood stains in my fangs, punk

Rock, paper scissors

Shoot goo in your dame

Walk with a limp

Notre Dame Hunch

Back to the bat cave and pack a wrap fat

Blaze up plankton

I'm fried like Frankenstein

Can't think right

Put a gun to my head with a blank in mind

Take my time away from life

I fucking hate my gears and cranks

They grind all day and night

I might delay my decay if I gave a flying fuck

But I don't

Face It

[LIL CHOPPA:]

Choppa with choppa stay loaded

Bullet shells all on your floor

Trying to get higher

Ruby got fire

I'm fucked up

He fucked up

Whole grey fucked up

You done fucked up

Passing the blunt

Boy you know whats up

Whats good my G

Drunk driving but its just codeine

Keeping that heat on my side

Welcome to my life everyday

Life every night

We all gon' die

Prolly gon' fry

Fuck being sober I stay high

40 oz got sipped

Purple and yellow and red

Only drink I mix

Big bag of that dope

Drip down my throat




[ROMEO DA BLACK ROSE:]

Got your bitch besides my coffin

Yeah I call her Juliet

Told her not to weep

Just make sure that you fix my fucking neck

I'm out of breath from smoking blunts

I'm too fucked up from sipping Tech

Was I kissing on your bitch?

Or did I kiss the fucking TEC?

Paint me a new picture

Picture that I pictured death

Now my picture perfect moment stained with pieces of my head

Hate all of this bullshit

Man I hate all of this stress

Imagine that

The more press that we get the closer I can feel my death

40 Oz. & Sober (Remix)

[$now Mane:]

Bitch I be the snow mane

59 shades of grey but still I fucking glow mane

No chain but fucking shining cause the diamond is my birthstone mane

Went to the store with no change then I left the store with no change

Blew a bag of dope mane

Then blew a bag of cocaine

Looking like the crow mane

Kicking it with Brandon

No blood

Ice cold veins

Scarecrow make the escrow gain

Pimp a bitch

Got a hoe froze in and old black mustang

Fuck a hoe

I ain't got no rang

Phone rang phone rang rang

Leave me the fuck alone mane




[Anthony Mars:]

Yesterday I rode my bike to the moon

Or thought I did cause I was tripping on some shrooms

Smoking PCP

Scrimmy gone mentally

Penitentiary

Meth lab chemistry

Heisenberg of the burbs

Talking slurred to the birds

Kicking hoes to the curb

Yung Christ here to save the world

Crucify me only upside down with rotten nails

Moving like a snail

Drinking lean with ginger ale

Police on my tail

Couple goonies in the jail

Its living hell when you chilling living well

Rather roll over 6 feet in the dirt

Just bury me with a bitch that know how to squirt, hoe

Winter Season Intro

Provolone & HeroinPull up in a Benz, higher than a bitch

Northside playa gettin' head from a stripper

Gold mouth dizzog, fuckin' with that heroin

Dog food shorty, all that shit you sellin' stepped on

Better get the fuck on, fuck up off the strizzeet

Pull that glizzy Glock, I make it pop, and leave him deceased

Took his hoe with me, I heard she was a frizzeak

Coke bottle physique, her pussy got a earring

Let my girl fuck her, hit her with strap on

Kick back like a mizack while I get the dizzome

Sippin' on sizzurp, I can't hear a wizzord

That chopper leave 'em leakin', put his body in the dizzirt

Bangin' with my folk, face on us like poker

Them boys from the northside, execute you on your sofa

Mane, who the smizzoke? I die for kinfolk

That pride will leave you crizzoaked when I slide with that pistol

N-O-R-T-zee, H-S-I-D-E-zee

I ride through the city, them freak hoes show they titties

Poppin' on them pizzills, pussies know the dizzeal

Wetto keep the stizzeal, I'm too thick in the vizzille



Bitch, I been fuckin' these bitches, now I'm duckin' these bitches

Untouchable, limitless, hoe, don't fuck with my business

Kermit on my wrist look slick, that's sixteeen thou' around my fist

Day dreamin' of money 'cause tonight I might just hit some licks

Take your pick, should I whip the new Benz or the '56?

Fifty-nine ways to die and all of them involvin' slick

Sloth cleanin' his pistol while I load another sixty clips

Ready to go to war, but they always end up with slit wrists

I'm so sick and tired of all these fakes and liars

Thinkin' that they fire when really they admire what we do

Bitin' and bitin' till our style all chewed up, now my head all screwed up

I threw up on bitch when I was fuckin' on her late last night

Wetto gave me Fenty patch, boy, was feelin' nice

Droolin' on myself, I couldn't even get my dick up

I could've been a mark if I wasn't so fuckin' clicked up

Grey*59, bitch, I'd die for one of mine

Southside of the lake, I travel north to see my slime

New Orleans born and bred, I'll make a dollar out a dime

Always on my toes, I keep my fingers on my nine



I hope they recognize, fuckin' with me you will see the devils eyes

Not alive hear the Freddie Dredd, you better run inside

I got my Glockie with me, bitches always actin' shifty

I'm countin' up, think 'bout 50, testin' me is very risky

You ain't so hard, you fuckin' bitch, you fuckin' fraud

Aint' my job, fuckin' bitch, you fuckin' fraud, better count ya fuckin' blessings

I'ma boss, take the loss, if ya hate me, fingers crossed

I'ma beast, ain't the least, get to killin' it's a feast

One more time, on my grind, and I never have to find

What I'm lookin' for, say the word, and bodies start to hit the floor

I think I got to go, I'm runnin' from the time, you know

I'm Freddie Dredd, you hoe, posted in the cold before

I never heard of you, pussy boi, ain't got the juice

I wanna kill a fool, thats all I want to do

Stockin' up on ammo, always ready for the next

I'm about to fuck ya life up , 'cause you fuckin' with the best

Freddie, please, do not do it, Freddie, please, can you stop?

Nah bitch, I'ma demon and I'm runnin' on the clock

Uglier

[$lick $loth:]

Pale faces that surround me

Eyes looking like round three

Cup looking like nose bleed

Only sipping natural 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 sipping grape? I don't want a taste

Cooking dance when I cook the base

Hit the lace, now I'm feeling 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

War zone in the slums like a desert




[Oddy Nuff da $now Leopard:]

$uicideboy$ still alive, why haven't they died?

17 More Minutes 'til I'm bled dry, got to get my head right

Tighten up the noose, now my neck tied

No more breath hiding in my lungs, I'm feeling calmer

I am the shepherd with a flock of sheep claiming they want the slaughter

Fathers sacrificing their daughters so their sons don't have to be offered up

I often off 'em anyway because I am the sole marauder

I toss 'em off and sail away to the devil to barter

Take 'em underwater

Take 'em to the alter 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 are ready for departure

Ruby the fire starter, Ruby the one who let's 'em all burn

Screaming "Ruby fuck my bitch", I tell 'em all to wait their turn

Snap my fingers, now they're feeling how the flames burn

Then I extinguish 'em and assume that it's a lesson learned




[Da$H:]

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

Evolution (I Love That Movie)

[$lick $loth:]

Got four bitches on my digits

AK's in my kitchen

Cocaine on my dishes from my older uncles business

A minute turns to minutes

A vision turns to visits

From a witness on a mission from the feds that got him snitchin

Religion of the 6's

Turning bitches into witches

Got a hit list with a few I wanna lay down up in some ditches

Fuck 'em all burn them bridges

Sus motherfuckers with a sickness

45 tucked in my britches

$uicide be the voice of the misfits




[Yung $now:]

$now Leopard creepin

The icicle demon

I'm breathing this weed in

My gaudy pack freezing

My shawty keep sneezing

I told her Yung Snow keep it cold like I'm changing the seasons

That codeine I'm bleedin

All of these hoes see me gleamin

I'm leakin gold

We can go see the globe but need to keep it slow

That was a week ago

She ain't know $now Leopard had at least 3 or so alter egos that the Reaper know

Oh no I keep her so close now she reach for rope

Tie me up now she hope that Yung Plague won't be shown

My skull started tweakin

My skin started bleedin

My heart stopped it's beatin

My eyes disappear now the devil is near

Oh yeah she feels the fear

Converting...

[Yung Snow:]

All these hoes be grabbin' on me

But bitch I'm swaggin', holy shit

I got a bag of pills up on me

All these drugs feel like I'm laggin'

Homie told me only take them drugs unless you lonely

Bitch, I'm baggin' mostly dope and slowly burnin' crackin open But Bitch I'm jabbin' OG kush and rollin', smokin' like I'm rabid

Foaming at the fucking mouth

I ride a dragon like a pony

Low-key chokin', but I'm braggin'

Boasting I'm a savage, hoes can suck a dick

Ain't nothin' but baggage on me, dragging me down

But I keep bagging trophies




[Yung Christ:]

Grippin' and cockin' the Glock

Wet up the block

Lucifer clutching the Ruger

Ay shoutout to all the school shooters

I'm Freddy, I'm Kruger, I'm looper, just trying to maneuver

Got indica all in my lungs, bitch on the phone

The thuggish, the ruggish, no bone

So high that I feel like a drone, leave me alone

Rather take drugs on my own

Don't see you, don't see him, don't see her

$uicide eternal sleeper

Shake hands and shoot dice with the reaper

I've always been eager to meet you

Speaker of all the abandoned

Wishing for death to be granted

Pissing on these ten commandments

This is what the depressed been demandin'

nothingleftnothingleft

Suicide, suicide, let's all commit suicide

End the human race just like the dinosaurs, I can't decide

Would you rather drink the punch or do you want to burn alive?

No salvation, salutations, nothing left after we die

(Feed me with your hate)

Yeah, now that's a fucking start

(Stab me in the skull)

Make sure that the blade is sharp

(Put my body in a ditch)

Let the larva eat my heart

(Infest my dead body)

Let it rip my flesh apart



War

Power

Sickness

Death

Famine

Terror

Toxic

Sex

Hate

Fear

Greed

Stress

Fire

Ashes

Nothing

Left



Spit in my face

Kick me when I'm down

Leave me to drown, lords of the underground

Trash my brain

Bash in my skull

Pass me the gun

I'll make you void and null

Nails in my hand

Nails in my feet

Crucify me

Crucify me

Penetrate my ribs with the blade

Call on the greys

Then let us pray



War

Power

Sickness

Death

Famine

Terror

Toxic

Sex

Hate

Fear

Greed

Stress

Fire

Ashes

Nothing

Left

War

Power

Sickness

Death

Famine

Terror

Toxic

Sex

Hate

Fear

Greed

Stress

Fire

Ashes

Nothing

Left



Nothing

Left

Nothing

Left

Nothing

Left

Nothing

Left

I Wanna Be Romanticized

[Norman Atomic:]

Book a first-class flight

Fly me anywhere

Making sure it's somewhere far away

Awake me when we land

I never thought that I would be a millionairie

Never in my life

On the verge of suicide

I told the world it's you or I

I have two sides:

One that wants to see you all thrive

And one that wants to see you die

Fancy cars and fancy homes

Wrecked and abandoned

Now you're regretting that loan

Money on my mind

I lost track of time

Tried to spend it all in one night

Now I'm broke until I've died




[$crim:]

Came home late night, yeah

Huggin' on my parents tight

Told me that they missed me

Followed by another fight

Facebook

Gram likes

"How you doin' on the mic?

How you doin' on the road?"

I ain't tryna tour no more

Fucking all these hooes only left me with a bigger hole

Popping pills every night

Rotten on the inside

Pain covered red eyes

Don't know how to get by

All they see is dollar signs

Scott done got itemized

Manifested suicide