Suicideboy Songs Lyrics

Oracle

Life Is But A Stream~

One in the chamber

One in the chamber

One, one

One in the chamber

One in the chamber

One, one



My life is a movie, but I bought the tickets too late

Missing the show

Refund me they won't

So now I make pay selling it as single frames

Telling myself that it's bank but deep down I know it's just change

One day the seats will be empty and one day the screen will be blank

Until that day, please don't tempt me because I'm gonna try and stay straight

Vacant apologies hollow the blame

My sorrow is comforting and I'm in pain

I'll follow what's numbing, but there I'll remain

But there I'll remain

Call it what you want but don't call it what it ain't



One in the chamber for ya

One in the chamber for ya

One in the chamber for ya

One in the cha-, in the cha-, in the chamber for ya

One in the chamber for ya

One in the chamber for ya

One in the chamber for ya



Don't wanna talk about my drug use

Suffer through so much abuse

Lost my way back home

Left my family all alone

Did what I would never do and can't forgive myself

What I put my father through

Left him to burn in hell, yeah

My brother hugged me with tears in his eyes

Pointed to his veins

Tryna indicate that the blood we share is both the same

Man, I swear I died that day

Amends that I try to make

Wrote this for the words I could not find to say

NEW PROFILE PIC

Still got the badge, still got the gun

Still got the patch, still got the stun

Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun

Put the Glock to my skull then I—

$uicide, $ui—



Still got the badge, still got the gun

Still got the patch, still got the stun

Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun

Put the Glock to my skull then I—

Glock to my skull then I—

Glock to my skull then I—

Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun (Ayy, ayy)

Put the Glock to my skull then I—



Watch me pull up in a H1 with my day-ones

Now's the time to say somethin' if you wanna say somethin'

Swinging on 'em, make their face lumped, take 'em to the lakefront

And roll 'bout eight blunts, now my face numb from the Grey bumps

White lines like we in a shake junt

Fake frontin'-ass pussy boy, run

Your mama made change, didn't know she also made chumps

Make your bitch wet, in fact, here the rain come

Stain somethin', all day, Plague stuntin' (Yeah)

Ain't frontin', bitch, I'm in the back puffin'

Me and my cousin fucking buzzin', got the razor blades tucked in (Uh)

Airin' out the fuckin' room like Glade's plug-ins



Still got the badge, still got the gun

Still got the patch, still got the stun

Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun

Put the Glock to my skull then I—

Glock to my skull then I—

Glock to my skull then I—

Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Put the Glock to my skull then I—



Represent that East 59, it's a Grey thing

Creepin' round your motherfucking block with no plates, mane

Make your motherfucking front yard to a gun range

Blocka, blocka with the choppa, turn your name to a stain

Big dog, no heart, we ain't built the same, nah

Big gars, Xan' bars fucking up my brain, yeah

Fentanyl, lotta barre, flowing through my veins, ayy

Adderall, speedballs, I might go insane, fuck

Yeah, whole lotta drugs, life closed to done

Demons climbin' on my walls in my bedroom

I got tendencies of suicidal ideation

Menace to society when I ain't medicated



Still got the badge, still got the gun

Still got the patch, still got the stun

Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun

Put the Glock to my skull then I—

Glock to my skull then I—

I No Longer Fear The Razor Guarding My Heel (IV)

(Aye, yuh, yuh)

Reach into my pocket, and I grab a couple crumpled hunnids

Weed look like some crumbled hunnids

Blunted out, the fuzz is hunting (woo, woo!)

Paranoia turn my stomach

H1 Hummer, rough and rugged

Desert camo trunk to the front, and shirt unbuttoned

Seat adjusted (aye)

One-hunnid miles per hour, bitch, I seem accustomed

To life in the fast lane

Nothin' in the motherfuckin' gas tank

Dumpin' ashes and laughin'

Fucking duckin' what comes from the Government (fuck)

Peelin' out into the sunset (fuck!)

Eyes so low, look like a sunset



Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away

Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away

Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away

Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away (away!)



Back on my bullshit, know how to pimp it

Put my foot on the fuckin' brakes

Signed up for a life, became Yung Christ

All I got was a death wish, illness, and a piece of $uicide

Fuck this ego, fuck this pride

Easily execution on my side

Homicide, homicide, what we used to all the time

We in the Benz, off the benzos, our depression clinical (what?)

Ya' hear me?

We in the Benz, off the benzos, our depression clinical, clinical

Clinical mind (motherfucker)



$uicide...

$uicide...



Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away

Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away

Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away

Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away (away!)



We are tired of this new world

I don't want to be here

$uicide, $uicide my end

$uicide, $uicide my end



You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son...



Meet me by the moon (right), half past dusk (fuck that)

Back from the dust

Cut Throat, he loves them drugs and guns

Chillin' in the cut, got about 20k and a gun (what?)

Got a pile of Adderall, cigarette butts

Every day adds up

Do I look like I give a fuck? (no!)

Every day of every month (what?)

Bloody nights turn bloodier

Death could be right in front of ya' (what?)

Still wouldn't recognize her (—hold up)

Got a death list, that some still got to catch this

Bust out the TEC, quick

Die, bitch, die, bitch



You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son

You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son

You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son

You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son



Aye, you ever had to dig your own grave?

Live your life with no name?

Backwood full of romaine, okay

'96 Benz with that cocaine paint, hoe

High until my death, I got a propane tank low

Gas seeping all over the house, until my say so

Light the fuckin' match, now that tank blow

So glad I stayed home

Someone call the cops from the payphone

Flames all around me, man, I hope they fucking drown me

Crown made of ashes, only way they fucking found me

Forget about me, only way you might not feel so lousy

Forget about me, on my own head, I would have priced a bounty



You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son

You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son

You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son

You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son



"In New Orleans, there were many bizarre things I always saw growing up here, especially in the graveyards. And as a child, I spent a lot of time in the graveyards—as an adult, I still spend a lot of time in the graveyards. But as a child, it was a regular weekend thing to do, I always needed to know why. Uhm, sometimes my whys got me in trouble..."



And for my last trick, I don't think I'm cut out for this rap shit

Aye, you wanna keep going—or?

Nah, that's it

"$uicide," I fuckin' scream it from the rooftop

The only thing I ever did worth mentioning ever since $lick burned me a CD of Lil Wayne

That shit prolly still in my boombox

But nowadays, I can walk into an establishment and select myself on the fucking jukebox

If I wanted to cop a black Countach, drive that shit like two blocks

And then smash in the back of a new cop car, now I think I'm wanted too



-Yeah, just get a bunch of face tats, it's gonna be cool

(Man, fuck you. Why you acting like such a bitch?)

SoundCloud that, SoundCloud that, SoundCloud that

-Make sure y'all
[?]

-Ay man, cut that shit off, man. It suck man, garbage, man. Sounds like a fucking generic Three 6, man

-Fuck the $uicideboy$

-Shitty ass music

-Too dumb. Get the fuck outta here

-Change the station, they fucking wack

-They're way too fucking short. Get the fuck outta here



Yeah, still feel like I'm losing, aye

Me and kin still feel like we losing, aye

We still feel like we losing, aye

Losing, losing...



I'm on the lean, yeah, that drank

I'm on them bars, don't wan' think

I'm on that loud, amphetamines

Got no time for sleep, lost in my thoughts

I don't know who a friend, and who a enemy

Nerves real disturbed, down from head to toe

Ever feel like sometimes you gotta let it go?

Plenty of days, I thought this shit was over

Creator of the movement, creator of the music

Still feel like I'm losing

Stop Calling Us Horrorcore

Nine, nine on my side every time the wheels slide

Crucified with the mind of a parking lot God

Nine, nine on my side every time the wheels slide

Crucified with the mind of a parking lot God

Nine, nine on my side every time the wheels slide

Crucified with the mind of a parking lot God

Nine, nine on my side every time the wheels slide

Crucified with the mind of a parking lot God



Got it out the mud, lungs start to flood

Middle finger to the judge, fangs filled with suds

Cruisin' with Ruby down the block, cock that gun hammer

Young cracker, I'm a cancer that keep getting badder

The God of Grey hangin' from the state, floatin' above the lake

Forbidden from heaven's gates, ain't no choice to make

Stuck with these devilish traits, bitch, won't fuck, I said it today

Took her backstage, call Yung Plague

Told him to drag this bitch out of my face, yuh



Nine on my side every...



Bitch, I don't give a fuck

Been a goat, I been a duck

Fuck a bitch, cause sin and lust, control my brain

Her lips are stuck to the duct tape, now she don't grin as much

Bitch, I trim and pluck

Overly potent, the weed that I'm chokin'

I'm hopin' my lungs are coated, they thin and bust

Exhale blood spillin' on the kitchen linen

Listen to the devil whisper, "kill her and then claim she missing..."

Bitch is insane, I'm chompin' on her brain

Let her veins drain, bloody double cup, I'll take another gulp



Nine on my side every time the wheels slide

Crucified with the mind of a parking lot God

Nine, nine on my side every time the wheels slide

Crucified with the mind of a parking lot God

Nine, nine on my side every time the wheels slide

Crucified with the mind of a parking lot God

Nine, nine on my side every time the wheels slide

Crucified with the mind of a parking lot God

All Dogs Go To Heaven

[Yung Christ:]

Leave them all burning

Triple six degrees

Heard they started hating

Wanna murder thee

Yung Christ turned to Satan

Bless the devilish

Now I get my joy from fucking chasing death

Momma raised a savage knew I wasn't average

Pops seen me coming up

He knew I had the package

Let the 40 kick

Drum roll with the sticks

Hands will fuck your jaw

Know who you fucking with?

Get the copper popping

Chopper

Daili Lama

Feel like Silk the Shocker

I'm a fucking problem

Streets call me doctor

Screw them then I chop them

Two cups

Bottle filled with drugs

Liver on the rotten

Ruger, chopper, draco

Cult around me Waco

Violence getting louder

Projects getting wilder

When I'm off a Xan. I'm quick to shoot the thang

Ain't a clock to see there ain't no time for a game

Fuck them all

Shoot them

Leave them in the yard

Got a bunch of youngins around me

Take the charge

Fuck them all

Shoot them

Leave them in the yard

Got a bunch of youngings around me

Take the charge




[Oddy Nuff da Snow Leopard:]

Yeah we're all the same but we're separated by commas

Yeah we're all the same until we're all destroyed by comets

Alien invasion better run home to your mama

Ruby ain't the problem solver

I'm the cause of all your problems

Bitch, I'm in Nevada

A 51s I got em

Snorting blue sand with my cosmic ensemble

I don't give a fuck if they're pressed

I still bought 'em

Falling down like autumn

Call him duck boy

Watch him waddle

Full throttle when I empty out the bottle

When I empty out this clip that's full of fucking hollows

You'll be lying horizontal looking like a model

Scope is never toggled

I was aiming for your nostril

Now, I'm aiming at your bitch's tonsils

I'm the queen of drama

Fucking up your life?

Yeah, all you gotta do I holler

You wanna talk drip?

Catch me chillen in the sauna

Spent a couple dollars just to make a couple dollars

All these bitches say my name as if it's something like the gospel

All these hoes apostles looking like they wanna gobble

Looking at me crazy like they've all been wearing goggles

Po' me up a 4

I'm looking like a fucking waffle

Feeling fucking awful

Withdrawals / Withdrawals

[Intro:]

South park brother from the south

South park brother from the south

South park brother from the south

South park brother from the south

South park brother from the south

South park brother from the south

South park brother from the south

South park brother from the south

South park brother from the south

South park brother from the south

South park brother from the south

South park brother from the south

South park brother from the south

South park brother from the south

South park brother from the south

South park brother from the south




[PRINCE OF TIDES:]

Blanket protection, sweating

Heaven left me on the steps and now I can't stop stressing

Who is Ruby Da Cherry? Let the internet keep guessing

That's always the fucking lesson

The less you have, the more you getting

$UICIDE, G*59, I'm guessing all the blogs slept in

Back then, they didn't want me, now I'm hot, hoes all on me

Back then, straight from the swamp, we climbed up out, no moss on me

I'm clean as fuck but keep it dirty like I'm from the dirty

Riding dirty in a dirty ride, might stay alive until I'm 30




[Hook:]

South park brother from the south

South park brother from the south

South park brother from the south

South park brother from the south




[Northside Shawty:]

Hot boy, keep the block hot

Shot cop, got popped

Run up with the blocka

Drop top, house shot

Fuck the cops, fuck you, and motherfuck the population

All these goof motherfuckers just some fucking imitations

Smoke me a mother fucking L to the head

Grey fucking 5-9, hoe, you know what I rep

Sleep walk with the dead, put a slug in your head

We them south shore playas that don't fuck with pretend




[Outro:]

South park brother from the south

South park brother from the south

South park brother from the south

South park brother from the south

I Am The Apocalypse

[$LICK $LOTH:]

Eyes stay bloodshot

Both on Fetty Wap

Let them roll back while them drugs do their job

Same motherfuckers thinking that they still hot

Be the same motherfuckers I can't see at the top

6 double 6 til my crucifix

Diagnosed a lunatic

Blood on me no need to rinse

Been dead for years no need to slit

Suboxone strips so I don't slip

But all my cravings still exist

Shit

Sometimes I just need that fix

Sometimes I just need that drip

Voices say you need that bitch

Convinced i'm made to die with it

Scripts stay piled up with my sins

Sniffing them pills all I feel is bliss

Falling from a cliff no saving $lick

Fate laid out no changing it

Found my piece

Accept it

That I am my own apocalypse




[RUBY DA CHERRY:]

Digital villain

The sin of the internet

Your WiFi password is incorrect throw up the set

G59 in full effect

Cigarette smoke silhouette

Me and $lick $loth in the trunk of the vette with Pouya in the front headed straight for the check

Stains on the blades

No that ain't wet paint

That's your favorite fucking rappers brains on the pavement

Typical drug addict

Fictional love at it's finest

I'm pissing away my whole life and it's fine because RUBY DA CHERRY is physical

I'm just a piece of shit trying to shine

Ignorant swine

What a pitiful try

Bitch I'm ripping out spines

$OUTH$IDE$UICIDE

Sifting through pine just so I can get high one more time

Let me shout I'm high till I die

Pontiac $unfire

[Violet Indiana:]

A million miles of crooked smiles

Tainted dreams, with I'll lit walls

The life you dreamt, but didn't mean

They sung your praise, while they took it all

They watched you




[Ruby da Cherry:]

Burning all my cash

Sip and dash

Gotta find a way to close the fucking gash in the back of my fucking head

What I'm thinking keeps leaking out

I don't want them to know what I'm thinking now

Now they asking why I'm singing now

Bitch I'm bored of fucking raps and I'm bringing out my guns

I'd dap you up but my hands busy holding the gun to my skull

Bitch, I told 10 Deep to keep your free clothes

Then me, $lick, and Smurf peaced out to go blow some clean dro

Worship the devil so people don't fuck with me

But it's okay cause I don't fuck with people

They don't understand our fucking lingo

Keep on digging myself into a deep hole




[Suicide Christ:]

Everybody got a full clip

Always be fucking the same, bitch

Don't tell me how you're different

Shut the fuck up boy and listen

Couple hundred in my Swisha

Bitch I'm smoking on whatever

Don't let that bullshit effect us cause we ain't ever gonna let up

Make one call and you handled

I know some men with no future

Just some scumbag mother fuckers that'll cut up your shooter

Stoned and dead like Medusa

Trench coat hiding my ruger

I got them blades like I'm Krueger

Then I come back like looper




[Violet Indiana:]

A million miles of crooked smiles

Tainted dreams, with ill lit walls

The life you dreamt, but didn't mean

They sung your praise, while they took it all

They watched you

6 6 6 F O R E V E R

[Xavier Wulf:]

Posted with the set

Cutting Checks

Getting bitches wet

Posted with the set

Cutting Checks

Getting bitches wet

Posted with the set

Cutting Checks

Getting bitches wet

Posted with the set

Cutting Checks

Getting bitches wet

Posted with the set

Cutting Checks

Getting bitches wet

Posted with the set

Cutting Checks

Getting bitches wet

Posted with the set

Cutting Checks

Getting bitches wet

Posted with the set

Cutting Checks

Getting bitches wet




[RVMIRXZ:]

Roaming creeping through the night

Bumpin’ on that Tommy Wright

Grippin’ on my fucking knife and end this motherfuckers life

You fucking with G*59 ho

Go and get yo’ crucifix

$uicideboy$ and Rvmirxz all up in this bitch

Welcome to the depths of hell

We burnin’ them busters and bringing them down

Walk through the fields, I’m makin' no sound

Casting these spells all my demons around

Eatin’ yo flesh

Step in the darkness and ending your quest

You begging for life

But death is the best

Fucking with me

Then I murder the rest

BITCH




[Yung Christ:]

Me just creeping through the night looking for a sacrifice

Murderous killer, drug dealer's how I'ma live my life

Oh no, that nine blow and it bust your brains

I just wanna die slow and feel all the pain

Standing by the liquor store selling some cocaine

I'm posting in the underworld soaking in the cold rain

Brutal destruction is coming, no running, I'm gunning to aim at your face

People don't like me but it is okay because I do not give a fuck about anything

The infamous cannibal chewing on snitches

In the name of Jesus

I'm through with these bitches

Yea, I'm through with these bitches




[Yung Plague:]

Grey skies turn black now I seek 9 lives

Swerving in the Lac

Bitch I seep fine wine

G*59 where the beast's signs fine

Glock cocked

Got shot man at least nine times

I'm fine

Light pine

My spine is damaged

I can barely walk, barely talk but I'll manage

Bitch I got the devil on my side

Get on my level

Pedal to the metal

Yellow in my eyes

Hell is in my sight

Fuck boys I be rolling over like a dead body found in the middle of the night

Glowing bright

Growing spikes

Bitch I need a kennel just close it tight

Shoveling dirt bitch

I'm covered in burns with a smirk on my face

Dumped in the flood and got blood on the pumpkin

The Jack-o-Lantern fucking stuffed with some brains

I'm insane with no chain

The person you used to be now is a stain

Fuckboy