SuicideBoys Lyrics

  • Are You Going to See the Rose in the Vase, or the Dust on the Table?

    Are You Going to See the Rose in the Vase, or the Dust on the Table?

    New World Depression

    You don't get it (You did good $lick)
    I'm just reckless with myself (It's a Smash)
    Taking over, something only time will tell
    Wetto, ayy

    [Verse 1: Anthony Mars]
    Already know what time I'm on, double R slidin' on audubon
    She tryna get my love, the best I can do is a trauma bond
    Poppin' these pills got easier, but gettin' high been gettin' harder
    Remember them days in maw-maw's house, holdin' on my grandfather
    Remember them days in the Envoy, it was just me and Oddy
    Now all of my homies got their own bus, but they ain't got time for bondin'
    Tellin' myself that it's okay, knowin' that's a liе
    Ayy, never at home, just passin' by
    I was always told that boys don't cry, why am I so brokе inside?
    Waste time on an inner child, motherfucker been dead since five
    Seen my dad OD at nine, was never the same again
    I never had a chance to win

    [Chorus: Anthony Mars & Norman Atomic]
    I keep reachin' out for help
    I can't tell if I'm too concerned with myself
    Feel like I'm just collectin' dust on the shelf (Fuck it, fuck it)
    I think it's time to bid farewell

    [Verse 2: Norman Atomic]
    Left all the lights on, but I ain't home, thirty thousand feet up
    Got my ice on, but I ain't cold, thirty thousand degrees
    Yup, I stashed thirty thousand in the freezer
    Feel like a crooked congressman
    I blame it on Percocet amnesia, can't keep up with my tolerance
    I'm tryna win this war on drugs, but I lost the battle by callin' up the plug
    Got back in the saddle
    Moth to the flame, I'm insane, all these voices rattle
    Foggin' up my brain, numb the pain, locked up in my castle
    I'm startin' to unravel, surrounded by all these snakes and jackals
    They keep temptin' me to eat the apple
    I need to tie up loose ends, form these threads into a tassel

    [Chorus: Anthony Mars & Norman Atomic]
    I keep reachin' out for help
    I can't tell if I'm too concerned with myself
    Feel like I'm just collectin' dust on the shelf (Fuck it, fuck it)
    I think it's time to bid farewell
    I keep reachin' out for help
    I can't tell if I'm too concerned with myself
    Feel like I'm just collectin' dust on the shelf (Fuck it, fuck it)
    I think it's time to bid farewell

  • Us Vs. Them

    Us Vs. Them

    New World Depression

    Ladies and gentleman (You did good, $lick)
    Get up (It's a smash)
    Motherfucker (Get up)
    Uh, ah-ah

    [Verse 1: Lil Paranoid]
    It's that bent motherfucker in that coupe, slidin' like the serpent (Get up)
    More guns than Viktor, 'bout dying, boy, I be that merchant (Yeah)
    Cast from the firmament, brain damage permanent (Get up)
    Got ninety-nine problems and not one of them concern a bitch (Why?)
    I'm in that Benz, hollerin', "Ooh, na-na-na"
    Yung Slicky with that .9, tell me who wanna die?
    Been troubled since I was a youth, chewin' Fent' up in the booth (Gеt up)
    Ride for my brothers, yeah, for thеm I'll do a sin or two (What)
    G-R-E-Y (North), East bloc, *59 (Side)
    Fucked up since knee high, cutthroat and I see why (Why?)
    They use me then they use me and they use me 'til I'm used up (Get up)
    And they wonder why I stay high or at best I'm buped up
    My shoot up until I puke up (Ladies and gentleman, what?)
    My cross that I bare (Get up)
    Drop my kids off in that ho 'cause I pay well for that daycare (What? Wetto)
    Knock-knock, who's there? $carecrow with that dead stare (Get up)
    Car two-hundred-thousand and my bitch still on welfare (Ah)

    [Bridge: Lil Paranoid]
    Motherfucker (Get up)
    Uh, ah-ah
    Motherfucker (Get up)
    Uh, ah, ah-ah (Ladies and gentleman)

    [Chorus: Lil Paranoid]
    Have the block hollering, "Wah, wah, wah" (Get up)
    Throw them threes up for the G*59
    Talkin' to me, I hear "Blah, blah, blah"
    When I pull up, have them hoes sayin', "Ooh, la-la"
    Ladies and gentleman (Get up)
    (Get up)

    [Verse 2: Yung Mutt]
    Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
    Snorted a bunch of Perc 30's, now I'm ignorin' every call (Get up)
    Got bored, decided to cop a sports car and I crashed it right into a wall
    Hopped and that's when I realized that I was in the food court at the mall (Get up)
    Concussions and destruction, bitch, I'll show you how I ball
    Shellfish on my wrist forever, ain't just the date (Get up)
    All these pups think they tough, tryna take off of my plate
    Yeah, they howlin' and they growlin' (Ooh), but my name stained with drool
    Plenty of bones buried in the yard along with Fugazi jewels (Ah)
    Ruby been had all the girls, I got scraps that I could scrape up (Yup, get up)
    Been all over the world, I got maps that I could make up (Yup, yup)
    Been a dope fiend for so long that people clap when I wake up (Get up)
    Been ahead of the game, runnin' laps 'fore I lace up (Yeah)
    Shadow banned, shorty, yeah, I'm always hard to find (Yeah)
    DUCKBOY ain't no fuckboy, yeah, I always take my time (Yeah)
    *59 signed, yeah, I said, "Fuck a 9 to 5" (Yeah)
    Tryna shine so hard that I leave 'em all blind (Ladies and gentleman)

    [Bridge: Yung Mutt]
    Uh, oh fuck boy (Get up)
    Uh, uh
    Motherfucker (Get up)
    Uh (Please help)

    [Chorus: Yung Mutt]
    Have the block hollerin' "Wah, wah, wah" (Get up)
    Throw them threes up for the G*59
    Talkin' to me, I hear "Blah, blah, blah"
    When I pull up, have them hoes sayin', "Ooh, la-la"
    Ladies and gentleman (Get up)
    (Get up)

  • Not Even Ghosts Are This Empty

    Not Even Ghosts Are This Empty

    I No Longer Fear the Razor Guarding My Heel (V)


    [Intro: Brad Pitt]
    Tell you a secret, something they don't teach you in your temple
    The Gods envy us, they envy us because we're mortal
    'Cause any moment might be our last
    Everything's more beautiful, because we're doomed
    (You did good, $lick)
    (It's a Smash)

    [Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
    Hit me with, hit me with, hit me with, hit me with, hit me with
    So more, if you don't hear me, so I split your wig
    Shoot on a trick, when I'm thick
    $lick ain't got no sorrow, bitch
    Shoot on a trick, shoot on a trick
    $lick ain't got no sorrow, bitch
    Hit me with, hit me with, hit me with, hit me with, hit me with
    So more, if you don't hear me, so I split your wig
    Shoot on a trick, when I'm thick
    $lick ain't got no sorrow, bitch
    Shoot on a trick, shoot on a trick
    $lick ain't got no sorrow, bitch

    [Verse 1: Yung Revelations]
    Can I ever get a moment to myself?
    Each moment that passes is fleeting
    I try and I try to escape my own life
    At this point y'all should call me Houdini (Oddy, don't)
    It always ends up with me bleeding (Not again)
    Or so overwhelmed, I'm retreating (Not again)
    Back into the hole that I tried to climb out of (Not again)
    It always ends up self defeating (Not again)
    I'm addicted to sex, addicted to drugs
    Really whatever will make me feel loved
    I don't care what you think, yeah, I don't give a fuck
    I'm still out here shinin' as bright as the sun
    No matter how hard it gets, no matter how tough
    Don't disobey when I say, "Give me the gun" (Give me the gun)
    If I don't let my demons out to breathe
    I'll end up with some horns or pair of fuckin' wings
    Come and visit me from time to time (From time to time)
    To all the bitches I was ever with
    Yeah, you're still on my mind (Mind, mind)

    [Bridge: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Lil Pslam]
    Skinny Pimp, at yourself, any rap you try to throw
    Skinny Pimp, at yourself, any rap you try to throw
    Skinny Pimp, at yourself, any rap you try to throw
    Skinny Pimp, at yourself, any rap you try to throw (Huh, huh, ayy)

    [Verse 2: Lil Psalm]
    Yeah, pushin' that Coupe in the rain (North)
    Think I been goin' insane (Side)
    Poppin' and smokin' and drinkin' (North)
    Is how I been copin' and dealin' with pain (Side)
    Snort up a line with my mom, yeah (North)
    I just be hopin' to bond (Side)
    Another day workin' and wastin' away (North)
    The exact thing that I wanna buy (Side), that's time (Yeah)
    I'm in that Double R, fallin' the fuck apart
    Cookin' up my frontal lobe
    Play it strong on the phone, but I cry when alone
    'Cause my daddy just hit a new low, fuck
    Everyday bad news, everyday cash rules
    Fuck what I did (Let's go), it's what have you done lately
    Fuck that poetic shit (Lets go), got a chrome metal stick up to my brain
    Just to know heaven for a bit (Go, go, go)
    Yeah, huh, I just want to run away (Run away)
    But all I ever do is run in place (In place)
    The tears I cried, it could've iced my chain (My chain)
    And on the best days, I can't feel my face (My face)

    [Chorus: Yung Revelations & Lil Psalm]
    No matter how hard it gets
    No matter how tough
    My face, my face
    I can't feel my face
    No matter how hard it gets
    No matter how tough
    My face, my face
    I can't feel my face
    My face, my face
    I can't feel my face
    No matter how hard it gets
    No matter how tough
    My face, my face
    I can't feel my face

    [Outro]
    The worst part about hell is not the flames, it's the hopelessness
    And I think that is the part of hell that a person in depression really tastes
    The hopelessness, the terrible hopelessness that comes over

  • Finding Shelter In My Larynx

    Finding Shelter In My Larynx

    I No Longer Fear the Razor Guarding My Heel (V)

    [Intro]
    Everything's black
    You did good, $lick
    (It's a SMASH!)

    [Verse 1: Indiana Slicky Fort Wayne]
    I'm screaming, "Fuck love," 'cause I guess I never got enough
    Shark attack, an album every summer like I'm Oddy Nuff
    Grey Gorilla, I'm gripping my Harambe nuts
    How can I trust when my own blood be acting sus? (Fuck)
    I got feelings, I could never feel
    Keeping a blade up under my tongue just so I can guard my heel
    Constantly eating pills like I never skip a meal
    Them hoes they wanna chill, but I just give 'em Vistaril

    [Bridge]
    Your call has been forwarded to an automated voice messaging service

    [Verse 2: DUCKBOY]
    All these missed calls, texts left on read
    When I do answer the phone, it's usually, "Who is this again?"
    I can see it in their eyes that they see me as a check, as a threat
    Fucking hating on me, waiting on me to miss a fucking step
    They would love to catch me slipping, yeah, that's why I learned to fly
    Always tryna touch the sun before I fall to my demise
    Broken skeleton scattered, I'm only buzzing 'cause of the flies
    But I gained a million listeners on Spotify overnight

  • A Little Trauma Can Be Illuminating, And I’m Shining Like The Sun

    A Little Trauma Can Be Illuminating, And I’m Shining Like The Sun

    I No Longer Fear the Razor Guarding My Heel (V)

    [Intro: LIL REMAINS]
    (You did good $lick)
    Yeah playa, yeah playa, all my teeth gold
    Damn playa, damn playa, I still can't sleep though
    Yeah playa, yeah playa, all my teeth gold
    Damn playa, damn playa, I still can't sleep though
    Yeah playa, yeah playa, all my teeth gold
    Damn playa, damn playa, I still can't sleep though
    Yeah playa, yeah playa (Wetto), all my teeth gold (Wetto)
    Damn playa ($licky), damn playa, I still can't sleep though

    [Verse 1: LIL REMAINS]
    Lately I been feelin' like I don't know who the fuck I am (Don't know who I am)
    Tryna figure out where the stage ends and I begin (Where do I begin?)
    'Til the bitter end, I proceed with a hollow heart (Hollow heart)
    Cut my wounds and call it art (Call it art)
    Watch me as I come apart
    Yeah, pull up Cullinan, they wondering which sport I play (Who is that?)
    I say what I want and what you can't afford to say (North)
    Unless I'm hollerin' "Grey" ain't much else I gotta say (Grey, grey, grey)
    I made a gang and I madе a way
    And I made the wave and it's hеre to stay (Yeah)
    Yeah, fakin' a smile while I'm flexin'
    Alarm going off for my antidepressant
    My girl is up early and bitchin' and stressin' (I can't go)
    About how I'm here but I'm lackin' in presence (I can't go)
    I tell her, "I love you," but it's lackin' essence (I can't go)
    And now I remember just who I am
    But give me a pill this one for the win
    I'm gone again (Gone)

    [Bridge: LIL REMAINS]
    Yeah playa, yeah playa, all my teeth gold
    Damn playa, damn playa, I still can't sleep though

    [Verse 2: LORD OF LONELINESS]
    My type of vacation is isolation
    I wanna be left alone, gonna see how long I'll hold
    Until I end up fighting off temptations
    Of self-annihilation (Self-annihilation)
    I'm holdin' myself hostage by all of this emotional blockage
    I can't fuckin' stop it now, it's all coming out (It's all coming out!)
    A verbal kind of vomit, I wish I could gut it out (Gut it out!)
    Take away my stomach, fuckin' rip it all apart (Apart)
    A hollow cage of calcium that used to hold my heart
    I know I'm meant to be alone
    I can feel it in my bones (Holding myself hostage by all of this emotional blockage)
    And in my soul (Holding myself hostage by all of this emotional blockage)

    [Outro: LIL REMAINS]
    Yeah playa, yeah playa, all my teeth gold
    Damn playa, damn playa, I still can't sleep though

  • I No Longer Fear the Razor Guarding My Heel (V)

    I No Longer Fear the Razor Guarding My Heel (V)

    I No Longer Fear the Razor Guarding My Heel (V)

    [Part I: Not Even Ghosts Are This Empty]

    [Interlude: Compilation Version]

    [Intro: DJ Paul, Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
    You did good $lick
    (It's a SMASH!)
    Hit me with some-, Hit me with some-, Hit me with some-
    Hit me with some-, Hit me with some more, if you don’t hear me
    So I split your wig
    Shoot on a trick, when I'm thick
    Slick ain't got no sorrow bitch
    Shoot on a trick, shoot on a trick
    Slick ain’t got no sorrow bitch
    Hit me with some-, Hit me with some-, Hit me with some-
    Hit me with some-, Hit me with some more, if you don't hear me
    So I split your wig
    Shoot on a trick, when I'm thick
    Slick ain't got no sorrow bitch
    Shoot on a trick, shoot on a trick
    Slick ain't got no sorrow bitch

    [Verse 1: Yung Revelations]
    Can I ever get a moment to myself
    Each moment that passes is fleeting
    I try and I try to escape my own life
    At this point y'all should call me Houdini (Oddy don't)
    It always ends up with me bleeding
    Or so overwhelmed I'm retreating
    Back into the hole that I tried to climb out of
    It always ends up self defeating
    I’m addicted to sex, addicted to drugs
    Really whatever will make me feel loved
    I don’t care what you think
    Yeah I don't give a fuck
    I’m still out here shining as bright as the sun
    And no matter how hard it gets
    No matter how tough
    Don't disobey when I say "Gimme the gun"
    If I don't let my demons out to breathe
    I'll end up with some horns or a pair of fucking wings
    Come and visit me from time to time (From time to time)
    To all the bitches I was ever with
    Yeah, you’re still on my mind

    [Verse 2: Lil Psalm]
    Huh huh, aye
    Yeah, pushing that coupe in the rain
    Think I been going insane
    Popping and smoking and drinking
    Is how I been coping and dealing with pain
    Snort up a line with my Mom
    Yeah, I just be hoping to bond
    Another day working and wasting away
    The exact thing that I wanna buy
    That's time
    I'm in that double R
    Falling the fuck apart
    Cooking up my frontal lobe
    Play it strong on the phone
    But I cry when alone
    'Cause my daddy just hit a new low (Fuck)
    Every day bad news, every day cash rules
    Fuck what I did
    It's what have you done lately
    Fuck that poetic shit
    Got a chrome metal stick up to my brain
    Just to know heaven for a bit
    I just wanna run away
    But all I ever do is run in place
    The tears I cried
    It could have iced my chain
    And on the best days I can't feel my face

    [Outro: Yung Revelations & Lil Psalm]
    No matter how hard it gets
    No matter how tough
    My face, my face
    I can't feel my face
    No matter how hard it gets
    No matter how tough
    My face, my face
    I can't feel my face
    My face, my face
    I can't feel my face
    No matter how hard it gets
    No matter how tough
    My face, my face
    I can't feel my face

    [Part II: Finding Shelter in My Larynx]

    [Interlude: Compilation Version]

    [Intro: Boss, Kingpin Skinny Pimp, Eazy-E]
    You did good $lick
    (It's a SMASH!)
    Hip-, and I'm hip to every bitch tryna get a grip and-
    How I unload them, takin' it slow, cause Skinny Pimp masters-
    Hip-, and I'm hip-, and I'm hip-
    And I'm hip to every bitch tryna get a grip and-
    Smoke you like that, won't give a fuck
    Hip-, and I'm hip to every bitch tryna get a grip and-
    How I unload them, takin' it slow, cause Skinny Pimp masters-
    Hip-, and I'm hip-, and I'm hip-
    And I'm hip to every bitch tryna get a grip and-
    Smoke you like that, won't give a fuck

    [Verse 1: Indiana Slicky Fort Wayne]
    I'm screaming fuck love
    Cuz I guess I never got enough
    Shark attack, an album every summer like I'm Oddy Nuff
    Grey Gorilla, I'm gripping my Harambe nuts
    How can I trust when my own blood be acting sus (FUCK!)
    I got feelings, I can never feel
    Keeping a blade up under my tongue
    Just so I can guard my heel
    Constantly eating pills
    Like I never skip a meal
    Them hoes, they wanna chill
    But I just give 'em vistaril

    [Bridge]
    Hip-, and I'm hip to every bitch tryna get a grip and-
    Smoke you like that, won't give a fuck
    Hip-, and I'm hip-, and I'm hip-
    And I'm hip to every bitch tryna get a grip and-
    How I unload them, takin' it slow, cause Skinny Pimp masters-
    Your call has been forwarded to an automated voice messaging system

    [Verse 2: DUCKBOY]
    All these missed calls
    Texts left on read
    When I do answer the phone
    It's usually "Who is this again?"
    I can see it in their eyes
    That they see me as a check, as a threat
    Fucking hating on me
    Waiting on me to miss a fucking step
    They would love to catch me slipping
    Yeah that's why I learned to fly
    Always tryna touch the sun before I fall to my demise
    Broken skeleton scattered
    I'm only buzzin cuz of the flies
    But I gained a million listeners on Spotify, overnight

    [Outro: Boss, Kingpin Skinny Pimp, Eazy-E]
    Hip-, and I'm hip to every bitch tryna get a grip and-
    How I unload them, takin' it slow, cause Skinny Pimp masters-
    Hip-, and I'm hip-, and I'm hip-
    And I'm hip to every bitch tryna get a grip and-
    Smoke you like that, won't give a fuck

    [Part III: A Little Trauma Can Be Illuminating, and I’m Shining Like the Sun]

    [Intro: LIL REMAINS]
    You did good $lick
    Yeah playa, yeah playa, all my teeth gold
    Damn playa, damn playa, I still can't sleep though
    Yeah playa, yeah playa, all my teeth gold
    Damn playa, damn playa, I still can't sleep though
    Yeah playa, yeah playa, all my teeth gold
    Damn playa, damn playa, I still can't sleep though
    Yeah playa, yeah playa (Wetto), all my teeth gold (Wetto)
    Damn playa ($licky), damn playa, I still can't sleep though

    [Verse 1: LIL REMAINS]
    Lately I been feeling like I don't know who the fuck I am
    Tryna figure out where the stage ends and I begin
    'Til the bitter end, I proceed with a hollow heart
    Cut my wounds and call it art
    Watch me as I come apart (yeah)
    Pull up cullinan they wondering which sport I play
    I say what I want and what you can't afford to say
    Unless I'm hollering "Grey"
    Ain't much else I gotta say (Grey, grey, grey!)
    I made a gang and I made a way
    And I made the wave and it's here to stay
    (yeah) Faking a smile while I'm flexing
    Alarm going off for my antidepressant
    My girl is up early and bitching
    And stressing about how I'm here
    But I'm lacking in presence
    I tell her I love you but it's lacking essence
    And now I remember just who I am
    But give me a pill this one for the win
    I'm gone again

    [Bridge: LIL REMAINS]
    Yeah playa, yeah playa, all my teeth gold
    Damn playa, damn playa, I still can't sleep though

    [Verse 2: LORD OF LONELINESS]
    My type of vacation is isolation
    I wanna be left alone
    Gonna see how long I hold
    Until I end up fighting off temptations of self annihilation (self annihilation)
    I'm holding myself hostage
    By all of this emotional blockage
    I can't fucking stop it now
    It's all coming out
    A verbal kind of vomit
    I wish I could gut it out
    Take away my stomach
    Fucking rip it all apart
    The hollow cage of calcium
    That used to hold my heart
    I know I'm meant to be alone
    I can feel it in my bones
    And in my soul

    [Outro: LIL REMAINS]
    Yeah playa, yeah playa, all my teeth gold
    Damn playa, damn playa, I still can't sleep though

  • The Thin Grey Line

    New World Depression

    [Intro: Big Luh TRX & Rasta T]
    Back in the house with a '94
    (You did good, $lick)

    Grey-Grey Five Nine
    Grey-Grey Five Nine


    [Verse 1: Romeo da Black Rose]
    I-I-I feel like Princess Peach, rose gold on my Mercedes (Uh)
    Rose gold on my bitch, lookin' like her name Mercedes (Yeah, yeah)
    I need a ho who down, one who'll ask, "What up, ladies?" (What up?)
    Switched out the friendly smile with a face that reads, "Fuck you, pay me" (Two to beam up, Scotty)
    Ain't got rabies, I just overdose off coke and dope, I know they hopе I died (Yeah, yeah)
    My back is achin' from holdin' thе underground down ever since we dropped "High Tide" (Yeah, sheesh)
    Standin' in my grave like I ain't 5'9 (Grey)
    One more minute 'til the hours done, I'll take my time (Fuck off)
    Fake my pride, it's really all about state of mind
    Reality reflectin' the state of your nervous system
    Listenin' in on your bitchin', it sounds like you belong in the kitchen
    I ain't got time (Nah)
    Sui-suicide made a whole culture that's based on dyin' (Yeah)
    Another cult member showed up early just so they could wait in line


    [Verse 2: Big Luh TRX]
    Wetto in that TRX, higher than a upper deck
    The way she suck my dick, I'm rubberneckin' at her rubber neck (Yeah)
    Christians holler, "What the heck?"
    I call me to cut my check
    Overdosin' off the dope and still ain't feelin' nothin' yet (Okay, okay, okay) (Two to beam up, Scotty)
    Glock 19 with the red dot beam
    Fuck rap, when I'm shootin', I'm at my best
    Police come, take the AK out
    Aim that motherfucker straight right at his chest (Brrt)
    Talking 'bout killin' got my dick gettin' hard
    Smoke got me paranoid, so I smoke some more
    When they bury me put the scripts in my jacket
    Hoes in my casket, think I need four? (Yeah, yeah)
    Oh, oh, oh, walkin' this beat (North)
    Face lookin' like ain't nothin' I ain't seen (North, North)
    Dogs in my lungs every time that I breathe (North, North)
    I'm a fiend for the war, I'ma breed they can't be (North, North)
    Say what I mean, lie when I speak (North, North)
    If an opp die before we can meet (North, North)
    I'll catch him in hell and I'll send him to Heaven (North, North)
    Not even his God can fuckin' protect him (North, North)
    Got bitches that love me that I don't remember (North, North)
    My gang members 'round me in every direction, it's su— (North, North)

  • Spring Season Intro

    YIN YANG TAPES: Seasons (1989-1990)

    [Intro]
    (Ha-ha-ha-ha...)
    Grey*59 Records presents (Grey, grey)
    YIN YANG TAPES motherfucker (G*59)
    From the year 1989 to the year 1990
    Yeah, yeah, Spring Season
    Better get an umbrella, motherfucker (Oh shit I think a storm's comin')
    From the northside to the southside (North-Northside)
    From the mothafuckin' east bank to the west bank, bitch (7th ward, Eastern Block second world shit)
    Introducin' Wetto and Blanco Leopardo
    $UICIDEBOY$ are back in the cut, bitch'
    Find your halos and sharpen your pitchforks ($ui-$ui-$ui-$uicide)
    The year of $UICIDE is upon us (Ooh-ooh')
    Let the slaughtеr begin
    Ha-ha-ha-ha

  • Hot Razor

    YIN YANG TAPES: Seasons (1989-1990)

    [Intro]
    Ha-ha-ha, like
    Alright, okay
    My life would be so shit
    Players never die
    It's a Smash!
    You did good Slick

    [Verse 1: Wetto]
    I'm with that fuck shit, pull up, we get buck quick
    My hoe down like faye, but sometimes she can be a dumb bitch
    Out here since a young jit, nitrous got my lungs lit
    Wake up from a blackout getting head while I'm in public
    Ri-ri-ridin' through the hood like what it do? Prolly off a pill or two
    Pulled that .44 out, they start talkin' like they Scooby Doo
    Mobbin' with my partners, we pop in, no knockin'
    Nod-nod-noddin' off that dope and for dessert just ate Neurontin
    Hit a stain, make a name for a lame TikTok
    Northside, Grey the gang, 2nd world, еastern bloc
    I might rock it off the flock, I might rock it off apache
    I might fuck up on that bitch if shе got a pack of plan B
    Mane show you how that Glock work, show you how to pop first
    White trash, young man, mop 'em up like Joe Dirt
    My hoe like her throat hurt, suck it for a nip tuck
    That bitch tried to tell me that I'm sick, so what that make her?
    I just bought some land off my LAN, kilo of some GLD
    Still the same mane, grippin' AKs, wearin' FTP
    Paint 'em like a NFT, got them scripts no PHD
    My bitch brain insane, but she only got her GED
    Gang coast to coast, yeah, I know me a few robbers
    Dope game farm to table, ain't no fent' up in my product
    Huh bruh, damn son, who the fuck raised you?
    Cutthroats and them savages, how you think I got this name, boo? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

    [Verse 2: Blanco Leopardo]
    I could show you how to get it poppin'
    Ruby da Cherry ain't got no option
    All these hoes keep fuckin' flockin'
    All these hoes tryna give me noggin'
    Snort a line of heron then tell her she way too toxic
    Yeah, I'm slidin' on these bitches like my feet were made for moppin'
    I can't stop it if i wanted to, Glock up in my foreign coupe
    Scrapin' up the concrete, S500 on them 22's
    Motorola phone when I'm dialin' up my partner
    Think I'm bein' followed by a fed in an unmarked Impala
    Skrilla squalla what I'm after, I get money hoe by any means
    P-p-paper chasin' everyday, I keep them rocks up in my cleats
    Cut me with some scissors, you gon' see how much I fuckin' bleed
    But I'll come back with fuckin' tanks and blow your shit to smithereens
    Blick on me, click on me, G*59 the fuckin set
    $UICIDE til' death, I'll yell it, pokin' out my fuckin' chest
    Live from the 5 put the 0 behind the 4
    Make a point before the numbers just to let you bitches know
    I got five killers and they all down to fuckin' ride
    I can call on any of 'em if you down to fuckin' die
    Walk it how I talk it, bitch, and I ain't got no fuckin' lisp
    Whisper my forbidden name and give my hand a fuckin' kiss
    O-o-out the mud, out the mist, Ruby take the form of shadows
    Follow me back to the gates of hell, we regroup at the gallows
    I can smell the scent of blood and I can smell the scent of piss
    Leave your body rottin', lock your soul up in the black abyss

    [Outro]
    Blick on me, click on me, G*59 the fuckin' set
    $UICIDE 'til death, I yell it, pokin' out my fuckin' chest
    Blick on me, click on me, G*59 the fuckin' set
    No-No-No-Northside, Grey the gang, second world, eastern bloc
    Northside, Grey the gang, second world, eastern bloc
    $UICIDE 'til death, I yell it, pokin' out my fuckin' chest

  • Realism VS Idealism

    Realism VS Idealism

    YIN YANG TAPES: Seasons (1989-1990)

    [Intro]
    You did good $lick
    Its, a, smash!
    Players never, players never, play- play- players never die

    [Chorus: Blanco Leopardo]
    Give her antihistamines, pistol green like it's a buck
    Trigger squeezin' like I'm fiendin' for a reason to give up
    For a reason to give up, fo-for a reason to give up (Yeah...)
    Trigger squeezin' like I'm fiendin' for a reason to give up (Yeah)

    [Verse 1: Blanco Leopardo]
    Yeah, they call me Yung Mutt, in the cut, smelling like some indica
    All these hoes keep splitting cuffs, spilling guts, no ands, ifs, or buts
    If her butt was any fatter, I'd be fucked and quickly bust
    Splatter kids all on her mug like she's allergic to my nut
    Give her antihistamine, pistol green like it's a buck
    Trigger squeezin' like I'm fiendin' for a reason to give up
    Be-Bend ya knees, begging please, like I could really give a fuck
    Uzi tucked against my spleen, I'll make you bleed until you rust
    Yeah, for the static, I'm an addict
    Back at it, like a chiropractic crack habit
    If I want it, I'ma have it, knock you off this fucking planet
    Send your corpse up to the stars, replace 'em all with fucking maggots
    Yeah, pants saggin', red flaggin'
    I'ma get the bag, whether it's paper or it's plastic
    All these fuckboys I be slappin', ain't got time for all your cappin'
    I'ma conjure up my demons, whisper all their names in Latin

    [Chorus: Wetto]
    Billy bob a Halle Berry, Wetto Makaveli
    Billy bob a Halle Berry, Wetto Makaveli
    Billy bob a Halle Berry, Wetto Makaveli
    Wetto Makaveli, W-W-Wetto Makaveli

    [Verse 2: Wetto]
    Yung Wetto, it's Yung North, mane, whippin' in a Ford thang
    Grippin' on the hammer, Indiana, $licky Fort Wayne
    Pot filled with white dust, house color white nut
    Looking for the chewin', Patrick Ewing out a white slut
    Cup dirty, Glock 30, murk a mothafucka' quick
    Eastern bloc, sticker shock, custom how I rock a Benz
    Five percent on the tint, lookin' like The Babadook
    Fuck a fight, I'd rather shoot, my youngins holla "hootie-hoo!"
    I yell amen, hollow tips rain in
    *59 gorilla, I'm too real for them to cage in
    Southern Cajun, suckers bite the pavement
    Told that hoe to hit my agent, talkin' bout engagements
    Fuck a blame shift, I'm that motherfucker, boy
    Creeping through the night, turbos breathin' like they paranoid
    Billy bob a Halle Berry, Wetto Makaveli
    Northside, burn 'em at the stake while singing Bloody Mary

    [Chorus: Blanco Leopardo & Wetto]
    Give her antihistamines, pistol green like it's a buck
    Trigger squeezin' like I'm fiendin' for a reason to give up
    For a reason to give up, fo-for a reason to give up
    Trigger squeezin' like I'm fiendin' for a reason to give up
    B-b-billy bob a Halle Berry, Wetto Makaveli
    Billy bob a Halle Berry, Wetto Makaveli
    Billy bob a Halle Berry, Wetto Makaveli
    Wetto Makaveli, W-W-Wetto Makaveli