Suicideboy Songs Lyrics

Memoirs Of A Gorilla

Serpents of death crawlin' under your skin

If I take a bet, you can guess who gon' win

I walk in the 'jects without no protection

I function in hoods every city I'm in

I'm that Grey-born gorilla out the concrete jungle

Duckin' from the dope 'cause I just shot a bundle

$carecrow make the chopper drum shots rumble

$carecrow got the dope game from my uncle

Still prefer the drugs over bitches

Better watch your side that you pickin'

Snakes start hissin', heads go missing

Rest in piss to the ones I'm killing

Chief Keef drilling, codeine spilling

Blood on my linen from the cuts, never healing

Hot boys out the crypt with a mouth full of scripts

Body bags zip when the gun hammer click



Ruby leveled uuuup...

Ruby leveled up

Ruby gon' global, epidemic proportion

I got the torch, and now I'm lighting up gas on the porch

Kick back, now I'm bored

$lick asked for the short, flick ash for the sport, uh

Ruby wrestles several devils in the 7th Ward

But Ruby can't afford to move towards the hoard just yet

7th Ward Dragon with a fiery sword through the neck

Engulfed in flames, engulfed in blood

As it rains from the red heaven that Yung Plague has escaped

Levitate over Lake Pontchartrain

Set 'em straight, no, we are not the same

Yeah, it's hard to remain when you're self-slain

Yeah, it's all that remains when you're self-made

Ruby 'bout to take a second breath, uh

Embrace yourself, because all that remains is the blood stains

HUNG UP ON THE COME UP

Keep poppin' off at the mouth

Get your fucking wig split

Keep poppin' off at the mouth

Keep poppin' off at the mouth

Keep poppin' off at the mouth

Get your fucking wig split

Keep poppin' off at the mouth

Wig split, wig split

Keep poppin' off at the mouth

Get your fucking wig split

Keep poppin' off at the mouth

Keep poppin' off—



Ayy, dirty ass Air Max 95s when I step

I regret nothin', bitch, could give a fuck about respect

Could give a fuck 'bout what you think of me, I'm sick of fuckin' stress

I'll rob myself in public just so I can get a blue check

Keep a ho in check, make sure she keepin' track of all the checks

Only way she fuckin' with me, now I wished that ho the best

$uicide, I got my set

Euthanized, I'm off the Tech

Who am I? Well, take a guess

I got the blade against your neck, pressed



Eyes red as motherfuckin' blood

Victim in the tub

Roxy 30 getting crushed

Drop two sticks up in my mud

Raw dog dirty dick a bitch

Slip up on them opiates, hold up

I Milly Rock on any cop, when that Chevy hit the block

Let the chains swang, platinum teeth

Might retire any minute...

Soulja rag

Soldier tennis, whole world, bitches

Fuck who hears it

Ruby and $lick still bendin' corners 'til the coroner

Fuck your press, fuck who's next

Fuck your cypher and awards too

You a mascot

We really represent the ridiculed

(You motherfuckin' bitch!)

Hair

[Oddy Nuff da $now Leopard:]

Hair down, smoking on a blunt

Smoking a fucking cigarette to fuck up both of my lungs

Fuck you mean you hung yourself from the top bunk, bitch?

You ain't even high enough to touch a Glock, boy

Bitch, I put it to my skull

Bitch, believe I will drop, boy

Drop dead in the middle of the block, boy

Stuck between a hard place and a rock, boy

Rot in the box

Breaking the locks

Time is money

I ain't even got a clock, boy

Watch them hoes flock, boy

Break my fucking heart and now I'm busting out shots, boy

Put it to my head and watch my head pop, boy

Don't quit your day job, who the fuck else gonna stock, boy?

You mother fucking box boy




[$lick $loth:]

Hair up, purple double cup

Bodies in the trunk

Never front, this ain't what you want

30 in the pump

$uicide, take my own life

Every night I die, every night I'm high

Another depressing ass alibi

Reason for the drugs, reason for the subs

Give a fuck about the club, I'll walk up in that bitch and shoot that mother fucker up

Fuck the DJ, fuck your clique, and fuck your songs boy

I swear I hate you mother fuckers, leave me alone boy

Fuck a scene, fuck a trend, fuck your clothes, too

Fuck you mean you with your team and that's your hoe too?

Give a fuck about your dreams or your whole crew

And if this is what is seems, I'm hollering FUCK YOU!

Krewe Du Vieux (Comedy & Tragedy)

[RUBY DA CHERRY:]

Ruby rarely rap about stackin' up cash

Prolly why my wall missing platinum plaques

From depression to profession, it happened so fast

Took some dabs last night, now I'm back to no wax

Always gotta get fucked up, I can't last one day without fuckin' it up

Fuck it, I'll consume whatever

Pills are better whenever the going gets tough

I’ll bash in my casket

Climb in and laugh, until the grass is growin' through my skull

Ayy, walk into the CVS with VVS's drippin' on my chest (bitch)

Bright white lights make the diamonds flex

But they also reveal my face without a mask on, what a mess

Lookin' for a reason, but I wanna rest




[LIL CIG:]

Lil Cig jump in this bitch

Tell me do we got a problem? (what, what, what?)

Emo bitch sucking dick like shit punk rappers

Yeah, they all flodgers (lil' bitch!)

Smokin' dope, Los Angeles in the Corvette

Knock it out the park like a fucking Dodger

Got the .45 on me at all times

Bullet with yo' name, bullet with mine

Why mine? For the sake of $uicide ($uicide!)

You see anybody riding with me in the Chevy? (no)

I ain't think so

Stay solo, stay dolo

Lights go dim

Lowkey, I'm

All alone, and

Sit on a throne, of illusions

Every drug I'm on, I start abusing

Every drug I'm on I start abusing, fuck it!

Nightmare Choir (I've Been Asleep Too Long)

[LIL 2/3RDS:]

When I walk you, can hear the pill bottle rattle

Yung Christ, bitches fuck me in my tabernacle

Get so high, got a retainer on my dope supplier

Straight out of hell and I'm the maestro of this fucking choir

Twenty seventeen might turn me into a mass shooter

Pull a drive by while I'm hanging out the fucking Uber

Kill a state trooper, slice the neck of a prosecutor

Drug user getting looser, y'all gonna bring back the Krueger

$crimmy $crimmy getting eerie when I'm off the sticky

Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary crawling down the chimney

Sincerely fuck you all

$uicide, fuck 'em we ball

Sincerely fuck you all

$uicide, fuck 'em we ball

Sincerely fuck you all

$uicide, fuck 'em we ball

Sincerely fuck you all

$uicide, fuck 'em we ball




[Yung Plague:]

Yung plague opening up heaven's gates

Let it rain brains

Chain made of fangs

Never speak my seventh name

Combust into flames

I been here since men lived in caves

I gave fire to the apes and called it a day

Ash my blunt on top an ancient ruins

Smoked the sphinx out

Gather the masses to tell 'em that god is dead

I can prove it

Pointed at the pyramid and moved it

Who been making waves and used it to put out the flames that you've been lighting

Try igniting, but you blew it

Plague been making waves and christ took out a nail and threw it

Climbed off the cross

Pointed at his head and said "just fucking shoot it!"

The crowd's about to lose it

Let me make this one thing lucid

$UICIDE the fucking movement

$UICIDE is what I'm choosing

Aite, Bet.

[7th Ward Charizard:]

Clouds approach as I move through towns and quote

Latin texts found under Rome

Swarming storms

I'm forming horns

I'm pouring O's in styrofoam

Ignoring hoes I might go home

Torn in two the guts get thrown

Them blunts get blown

Afford it on my own

Spend some money now I'm broke

I ain't worried bout it though

I'll get some later down the road

Root of all that's evil I know

666 times for my soul

Slit my wrist I'm sinking low

Lit my list I'm burning slow

Wish for bliss and turn to stone




[Lil Remains:]

One time for the projects

Two times for the 7th Ward

3's up for the misfits

$uicide we can't be ignored

Smoke I be blowing put holes in the ozone

Ruby times $lick we smoke out to the O gone

Couple xanbars got me calling to post pone

This bitch who wanna fuck but I can't cause I'm so gone

Unknown to the world you see

Praised to by the 6 feet deep

Run up if you wanna

Keep a weapon on me

Looking for the right one

I'm the one you seek

Slash, slash

Cut, cut

Cock back

Buck Buck

Claim that you was rough but now you all shot up

Said that you was tough but now you all roughed up

Triple 6 killers and they all fuck ups

93 Premium

(Redrum, redrum, redrum, redrum...)




[LIL INFECTED:]

Uh, got a blunt

Pop a trunk

Fill it with a fuckboy, bitchboy spilling his guts

Stomach acid mixed with blood

Staining my all white white-laced SB Dunks

Cop a couple bucks out his back pocket

Wallet got to have something

Otherwise, I got to snatch something

So I pulled out his heart from his chest

Left the rest for his bitch and then left them

I ditched for the seventh

Fuck a motherfucker ducking

Tucking in his tail

I got a bone to pick with motherfuckers trying to see me fail

Creeping like a vulture, bitch, I'm following his trail

Picking on his bones for the flesh

Leave the flies with the rest

Leave his body growing pale, close his mouth with nails

Dead men tell no tales!




[LIL FAMINE:]

Yung Jack Torrance with some bodies in the storage

Lil' broke motherfucker with enough to pay the mortgage

Got that torture in my barrel

Them ghost inhibit my mind

It's that $uicidal junkie

Yung Scorcese of my time

I'm creeping with *59 in the Overlook Hotel

Taking one look at us, you can tell we come from hell

I'm smoking and chanting spells

Packing a couple bells

Popping waves back to back

I'm always riding the swell



(Redrum, redrum, redrum, redrum...)




[Black Smurf:]

With all these drugs in my system, be hard to keep my attention

The narrow run full of tempt to

I see no one but these figures

The risk of losing existence

The only reason I'm itching, itching to change up my present

Without me switching the mission of making millions

Intention to get it quickly and strictly 'bout getting money not flexin', then get some bitches start flexin'

And snatch a ring just for fun

'til I strike them digits and add it to ya

You'd be wishing that you would've fucking listened

Wish you listened to me



(Redrum, redrum, redrum, redrum...)

Vices

[Sample x4:]

Lame ass niggas starting shit like some bastards

When I catch ya mark ass slippin'

I'm a blast ya




[Yung Chri$t:]

Swangin' in that '64

Ridin' with a dead ho

Bitch I'm from that murder block

Don't give a fuck bout gettin' caught

It's time to meet yo maker

Undertaker of the murder clan

Don't fuck with mark ass bitches

Send them off up in a ambulance

$chema boys and $uicide

Cock it back it's do or die

Time to make some momma's cry

I fantasize bout homicide

Creepin' in the cemetery

Knuckin' buckin' with tha Cherry

Pussy boys don't fuck with fairies

Blood all on me like I'm Carrie

Red rum, red rum

Chop his body put him in the bag

Murder, murder

Every time that '45 blast

Lame ass bitches, I'm the devil's bastard

(When I catch ya mark ass slipping) I'ma blast ya




[Sample x4:]

Lame ass niggas starting shit like some bastards

When I catch ya mark ass slippin'

I'm a blast ya




[7th Ward Lord:]

Well it's that ammo-dodgin

In all camouflage and I'm just flodgin

Loafin

Smokin

Chokin potent in my coffin

Loking

Toking up

I'm coughing

Broken

Hoping that I'm overdosing

Toting Glocks but never poking soaking thots

I'm sure you not the bitch I said you was

But you still a pussy boy

Yusa boy

Yusa pussy boy

Shout out JGRXXN and them schema boys

$uicideboy$ for life

*59 and Hustle Family tight

Fuck a copyright I'll let you bite as much as you want

Light the blunt

Fahrenheit I stunt

Fucking stuffing bodies in the trunk and then I fucking grunt

You saying Oddy front because I fucked your bitch you punk




[Sample x4:]

Lame ass niggas starting shit like some bastards

When I catch ya mark ass slippin'

I'm a blast ya




[JGRXXN:]

See that say nigga say he hard but I don't believe him

He so full of bulk, I ain't ever seen him

See it's JGRXXN with them $uicideboy$

And we in that hoop ride

We bendin corners mane

Bout to make a stang

When you see the black rain you gon' feel the pain

See you's a pussy boy I took your pussy boy

She suckin on my dick while I press record

$leep Walk

[Ruby da Cherry:]

I be at the bottom of the ocean on the floor

I don't float because I'm wearing too much gold around my throat

Look at me glow

Can't even see out my eyes anymore

Hood up and I'm ready to go

Slicing my way

Bitch I'm icing my chain

Let it cool off because it just came out the flame

Insane is the claim and yeah chaos the click

Lay off my style bitch go lay in a ditch

Catch me a fuck boy and give him to Slick

He's so used to this shit

Yeah he know a good spot

Right around 666 o'clock

Got another drop so I flock to the dock

Tie a fucking knot

Fly swatting

Got your body rotting in the fucking yacht

Got to mop up the slop to get of the smell because that's what bring the cops

Spraying that Tommy all over your self

And now Slick keep on asking me how do you spell "Welcome to hell?"

I told him "Go kill yourself"

Then I threw his body in the motherfucking swell




[Tony with the Tommy:]

Yung Slenderman, get the cash when I can

Got a pint for the low and a bag of them xans

Lo-fi shawty, come and die for me

Shoot a mother fucker, I'm that Tommy gripping Tony

Yung Camcorder, I'ma internet explorer

Die for fun getting high off of torture

Switchblade Scrim, smoking on hemp

Every time I sold a bag you know that mother fucker skimp

Posted in the cut hoe

Smoke 100 blunts hoe

Very simple living, bitch

Give a fuck about getting rich

When I didn't have plays you wasn't on my dick

Now a player getting big you all on my shit

Mark of Satan, Triple 6

Getting dope sick when I don't have drugs

Young white boy with one gold slug

Suicide dreams like Kurt Cobain

When I teach a lesson that Glock go bang

No serving a purpose

Get pussy for free when I know that you purchase

Bitch, I'm for certain

Murk a mother fucker now that's closed curtains

Lamar Avenue

[Intro:]

North Memphis

North Memphis

North Memphis nigga

North Memphis

North Memphis

North Memphis

North Memphis nigga

North Memphis

North Memphis




[LIL MURDER:]

Watching the sands of the hour glass

Sharpen the blades for the circumstance

Sit in the dark while I'm in a trance

Taking that blade then I let it pass

Through my wrist, blood just drips

Down and down and down, don't stop

Then my blood, starts to clot

My heartbeat, has been stopped

Urge to kill, pop more pills

Robbing the pharmacy

Mentally illa killa, blood rivers fill my vision

That black eyed midnight dweller

Bring my prey back down to my cellar

More bodies than a serial killer

Not scared of no pigga

.45 blow through my temple




[JAME$ $PLEEN:]

Cover the whole world up in ash and then laugh

At the fact that I destroyed the past, fade to black

All my racks stained with back pain

All my gold chains in blast range

Ask myself do I lack fame?

Or am I famous 'cause I lack pain?

Numb to the stains, numb to the game

Numb to the racks that they gave me, fuck it all, I take it back

Take it back, take it back

Material world, using diamonds and pearls as a means of self worth when I could die tomorrow

Return to the earth, suicidal since birth, fuck a leader, I follow the promise of dirt