Suicideboy Songs Lyrics

Whoa, I'm Woeful

[Sample - Lil Ugly Mane x6:]

Crucify ghosts in a frozen abyss

Ocean of planets in total eclipse

Know where I wander wherever I drift

Using a razor to open my wrists




[Yung $carecrow:]

That motherfucker in your window coming to terrorize

Cold sweat on your flesh running down your spine

The days are black I'm steady running longer nowadays

I'm seeing creatures creepin up and down the staircase

I'm getting higher just thinking of Hell's singing choir

Devil for hire and I'm selling to the lowest buyer

The God of liars my demise submerging inside a fire

My urges just won't retire I'm burning but never dying, no




[Sample - Lil Ugly Mane x6:]

Crucify ghosts in a frozen abyss

Ocean of planets in total eclipse

Know where I wander wherever I drift

Using a razor to open my wrists




[Lord of Loneliness:]

I'm the kind of motherfucker that don't go outside

Pale skin boy with the rope tied tight

Got to light up the blunt just to choke

Bout time I feel something

Climbing out of my funk then I jump back in

Punching a hole in the wall

Let me in

Bloody knuckles

Unbuckle the belt

Got a devilish grin

Unfuckable melt me away with me sins

I'm in trouble the bubbles should give you a hint

Bitch I'm sinking again in the bottomless pit

Bitch I'm rotten from all the toxins I'm popping

I'm popping from all the toxins I'm copping




[Sample - Lil Ugly Mane x6:]

Crucify ghosts in a frozen abyss

Ocean of planets in total eclipse

Know where I wander wherever I drift

Using a razor to open my wrists

Second Lines Come With Broken Souls

[HEARSE BOY:]

Fuck you

Suck my dick lil prick

Choppa be off the xan

Rope tied neck boy

Chills boy

Gold grill

Dope boy

No limits to my city

Bout it bout it

Born dead

Drug fiend

Skinny gritty

Face tatted

Might be strapped

Savage savage

Semi semi a

Cut throat committee ay

Give it to em raw

Yung soulja slim from the darkside

Grey stripes ay

Turn em to a second line ay

Hearse boy hearse boy

Burn your body in the pine ay




[CHOKING BOY:]

It's that former broke boy

Breaking even in the 7th ward with bag of dope boy

Hope the smoke will clear out by the morning

Got me choking boy

Whatchu hopin boy?

That we broken boys?

We ain't open boy, no

Cut throat

Blood spoke

504 got the furl in my pocket

Your bitch stay in my motherfucking wallet so I flaked on her

Told her meet me by the lake

Yeah that's wear I stay

Come and blow me like grenades

Harve$t Moon

[$lick $loth:]

Like my bitches dead, bullet to the head

Fuck a FED

Swanging on the slab

Get them sprayed with the 12 gauge

Coming out my grave where I lay

Trigger finger foreplay

Sipping on a four, kick the door like the night before

Lay them on the floor then I'm ghost

Welcome to the most, triple six, devil shit

Satan lay me down to sleep

R.I.P. six feet deep, $uicide be on the creep

I'm just a young GIF walking with a limp

R.I.P. to Pimp, sipping dip, take a trip to fuck your bitch

That triple six, Hades sent

Smoked a hundred blunts laced with junk, $uicide just hit a lick

And now I'm sitting on the couch, house is like a drought

No one fucking in it, fuck my life I'm fucking finished

I'd let my soul diminish if I hadn't fucking sold it

Promised everything, that's how the Devil fucking wrote it




[Oddy Nuff da $now Leopard:]

Slipping back into the back

Ruby da Cherry don't know no slack

I hack up another track and subtract that from my fucking stack of scraps

Me and $loth are fucking whack, and I hate the fact that we rap

I just want to find a gap so I can fill it with my sap

Don't give a fuck about the cash

I just want to ash and laugh it off whenever I be thinking about the past

Living life everyday like I died yesterday

Stunting like I'm paid

I'll tell you right now I've got a gold chain but its fake

And I don't even wear it anymore

I just want to close my eyes and die

Leave my body on the fucking floor

When I say I'm on my grind it's not because I hustle

It's because I grind my fucking teeth until the blood puddles

I'm a hot boy - got a hot head

Yeah, my blood fucking bubbles

Got a snake skin belt tied around my fucking neck

But, I broke the fucking buckle

Bag$

[Prince Mononoke the Frozen Shogun:]

Iced out, lights out

Bitch, I be that frozen shogun

Chosen cause I overthrow 'em

Told 'em that I'm ocean flowing

Sliced up night scout

Coming to bring up that Christ doubt

Fuck a slogan

Bitch, you broken by a fucking golden omen

Bitch, I be that low key Prince Mononoke

Ho, please

Bury me but keep my fucking trophies

Hit the ground with both knees

Slice my belly open

I'm a skeleton with gold teeth

No sleep

Eyes wide open until I'll blinded by the rising sun and when it fucking sets I won't be waiting on no motherfucking rising son

Fuck your God, I'll burn him on the cross

Burning Buddha until my eyes are crossed



Money by the fucking bag

Chronic by the fucking bag

Bodies by the fucking bag

Burn it all, it's all I have



Money by the fucking bag

Chronic by the fucking bag

Bodies by the fucking bag

Burn it all




[Yung Christ:]

I be popping some Mercedes Xans

Carry my bitches in body bags

$uicideboy with a 59 rag

Cock it back once and the semi goes (rrah)

Cock it back twice and the semi goes (rrah)

Point I'm trying to make is the semi won't jam

Got a couple bitches that I call just to get head

One of them is probably your girl

Tell her to suck it, no fucking

I nut on her bucket then send her right back in your world

Depressed be the set

The grave be my hood

Misunderstood, but fuck it I'm cool

Crawling through my city, riding real slow

It's that Yung Miyazaki

Bitch, I'm feasting on a ho

Got a tag up on my toe

With some gold around my throat

Dreaming Hiroshima, Nagasaki

Bitch, I got to go



Money by the fucking bag

Chronic by the fucking bag

Bodies by the fucking bag

Burn it all, it's all I have



Money by the fucking bag

Chronic by the fucking bag

Bodies by the fucking bag

Burn it all

The Number You Have Dialed Is Not In Service

I'm falling apart

You mighta thought I was playing a part in the art I've created

But most of the words reflect what's happened or what is waiting to start happening

I keep on damaging myself

Tryna fill the void with all this water round my neck

I'm bout to drip until I drown

All these drugs up in my nose

I taste the drip that shit's so sour

All these cars that I bought either don't start or got impounded

Pursued the American dream

The nightmare's what I doubted

Catch a flight to London or I'll catch I flight to Lyon

Show my face in public

Show another one at home

See my name on the marquee

Letters falling down

Littering a cold dark street somewhere downtown

As soons as I reached cloud 9 it started storming

Heavy thunderstorms in every city that I'm touring

Life ain't like a rap video

That's just a warning

Hoping to see the sun when I wake up in the morning



All this misery, misery, misery, fuck

Look at my history, no mystery where I might end up, just shut up

Don't wanna hear it, it's my decision

May be my last words so just please listen

So long, it's been torture bein' here

So gone, getting high been how I cope with fear

Same song and I'm sick of singin' it

Let me move on, it's for my benefit

But come one, come all to my downfall

Bear witness to everything that I can't solve

My therapist made me promise before I end it all

That her phone would be the one I choose to call, crying, asking

"Is it really worth it?

What's beneath the surface or behind the curtain?"

Really don't think I wanna take this any further

Made one last attempt to figure out my purpose

I called her phone, it said not in service



When life gets hard keep on marching on

Even if the finish line is far or you have to push the car

Keep on marching on



When life gets hard keep on marching on

Even if the finish line is far or you have to push the car

Keep on marching on

One Last Look At The Damage

[Juicy J:]

Play me some of that suicide pimpin', man




[Black Window:]

It's the most wanted

Most hated

Most haunted

Boys that paid the cost

Slowly dying but I'm flossing

Looking good, ain't he?

Boy bounced back from the dead

My business still shady

I still tip toe on the ledge

That shit ain't ever changing

I take my chance riding dirty while speeding

Lane swanging

I fucking made it to 30 without my neck breaking

My gun that's holding a 30 that got his legs shaking

Meanwhile his girl in the room with my picture masterbating

Slowly crawling out the dirt

When it comes to death I like to flirt

My hills have eyes and a smirk

My cause got blues and he got that syrup, boy




[Duck Boy:]

If I keep it up, all these 30s are gonna kill me before I'm thirty

Another day wasted up my nose and it's still early

Don't you worry

I'm always in a hurry so I copped a foreign coupe

Slidin' around town until I gotta pull up to the court at noon

Snort another blue

Now I'm feeling sorta blue

Nothing new

One of the chosen few

The rest of y'all give him some room

It's best if y'all didn't assume that he is destined for imminent doom

Unless he is ready to get in the tomb

Ruby such a bum but he make it look good

Trunk in the front

Yeah, that's what's under the hood

Talking' all this shit, man, I wish ya'll really would

Another million plays, man, I wish ya'll really could

I Will One Day Learn To Fly Into The Stars

[$lick $loth:]

Creeping out the shed, gun in hand, time to make a stain

Cock it back and put the lead, grrah grrah, let it rain

Overdosing rookies, I'm the bookie for the fucking Devil

Jacket full of metal, in the flames where the $carecrow meddle

Every time I smoke on the dope 'til my lungs choke

$licky keep that rope on my throat, hanging off the oak

Bodies in the river, feeling bitter with a spotted liver

Send a killer quitter, pull the trigger on the fucking mirror




[Ruby Da Cherry:]

I be coughing up my lungs, gotta problem with them blunts

You know Ruby never fucked witcha, I never sold no drugs

I ain't worried about money, I don't want to feel numb

That's why I'm holding up this gun

Don't need protection from no one

That's my escape route, pull the plug

Ruby suicidal, I know $lick is suicidal

Bitch, I'm guiding my disciples right out of this fucking cycle

Bitch just grab that fucking rifle

Aim between their fucking eyes

So they just wait for the revival

Dial 666 on my phone, hoe




[Skit from "The Usual Suspects":]

The greatest trick the devil ever pulled, was convincing the world he didn't exist

WE ENVY NOTHING IN THE WORLD.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Scrimmy, Scrimmy (Slicky, Slicky)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah



Benzo, Enzo, 'Rari, the pedal that's on my feet (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Push it to the front, I just know where I wan' be (Be)

In your house, in your room, don't look under the bed (Bed, nah)

Northside on the map, I won't rest 'til I'm dead (Dead)

Running down the street with a .9 in my hand (Yeah-yeah, pow)

Put it to his head, tell him, "I don't play fair" (Nah)

Empty the clip, end your life in a sec' (Hah)

Christ be the king, you gon' leave with a blessing (Yeah)

Empty the shells, hear a pin drop (Shh, shh)

Scrimmy bipolar (What?), flip and I flop (I flop)

Switch it up quick (Yeah, yeah), fuck every last enemy (What? What?)

Act like a friend, leave a blade in your kidney

Rata the tata (Grrah), I let your brains splatter (Bah)

Leaking all over (Flip, flip) with bloody matter (Yeah, yeah)

Shirt in my hands, I sit back and I laugh (Yeah)

Mental fucking case, closed casket where I sleep

Only smoke that crack rock, I don't smoke no tree

Banging my veins, put that dirt on my name (My name)

Devil to blame, middle finger the game (The game)

Fuck all the fame, it ain't no thing (No thing)



Scrimmy insane (Insane), Scrimmy insane (Insane)

Scrimmy insane (Insane), Scrimmy insane (Insane)

Insane, insane, insane, insane, insane, insane

Insane, insane, insane, insane, insane, insane (Insane)



Ayy, ayy



All of my enemies end up bending the knee (Bending the knee)

All my enemies begging me, begging, "Please let me free" (Please let me free)

As my fist grips the axe (Yeah), I yell, "Let the bells ring" (Yeah)

And I swing the blade down (Yeah), now he's headless but free (Headless but free)

Ruby been the boss for like ten centuries (Ten centuries)

I'm the alpha, omega, and every letter between (Letter between)

Step on the scene, rest in peace, leave me dead in the street

From opiate dependency, codeine, and Promethazine

Bury me upon a hill with evergreen in the creek

Not the type to live until I'm fucking seventy-three, yeah

Pull up in a Chevy from '73, yeah (Ayy)

Uh (Ayy), uh (Ayy), ayy, ayy

Who the fuck want war?

I got acres of land protected with weaponry (Okay)

A bunch of guns in my name, no need for open felonies (What?)

Accessory to murder with murderous accessories

AK, AR, twelve-gauge shotty, yeah (Shotty)

.44 Magnum and the Uzi from the '90s

.38 and the nine-millimeter in my pant lining (My pant lining)

I might cop a .45 and hold that one behind me



Ruby insane, insane, Ruby insane, insane

Ruby insane, insane, Ruby insane, insane

Ruby insane, insane, Ruby insane, insane

Ruby insane, insane, Ruby insane, insane

I'll Pay For It (If I Want It)

[Ruby da Cherry:]

Fucking Ruby got a blunt with a flame at the tip

Got a brain with a slit

Got to get it zipped before I feel the pain of the split

No that ain't a dame, that's a bitch

Put the blame on the dick

Walking with a lame leg limp

Put my name on a blimp

Eating steak couple shrimp

I'm an ape

I'm a chimp

AK banana clip

Make a pimp pay me for his bitch and then I slit her wrists

All day same shit

Spray mist

Gang grey

Dead fake boys floating in the lake

Now I'm lake got to dip

Take a piss

Purple motherfucking stain

Sipping gasoline on a plane

Matching me I'm a flame

Blowing up

Glowing up

Fuck what you motherfucking claim bitch




[$lick $loth:]

Big bank take lil' bank

It's the colonel of the fuckin tank

Smoke til my mind go blank

Drop a couple pills in my drink

Fuck you mean

Got the sprite with the codeine

Half dead but I look clean

Motherfuckers know the routine

When I'm creepin up in they scene

Quarantine all the hoes hide all the dope

Young $carecrow grippin on the calico

Let 'em know I ain't nobody to be fucked with

$licky on that fuck shit

Run quick mothafucka know I bust quick

Yung Chri$t mothafucka know I run shit

Fuck the hoes

Fuck you

Fuck the money too

I don't fuck with none of you

$outh $ide $uicide

[$lick $loth:]

Outside in an all black ride, tint rolled up when I'm high

Said they all wanna live, but I just wanna die

Motherfucker, if you're looking for me, find me in the night

I got a knife, don't wanna fight

I wanna take your fuckin' life, and end it right on sight

When I strike, if you bark, better bite

Block hot, fuck the cops, pop a six-shot Glock

Then I trot to the rocks, with me own blood clot

Red-dot, bodies drop when I cock, then I spot

No tomb, no plot, throw 'em off of the yacht, undocked

With the slot of the skull hangin' in the fucking river, ho

$ui-$uicide, 666, *59, so cynical




[Yung Plague:]

Got a pound in the blunt, I'm loungin'

Pour another round, I'm drownin'

Climb to the top, I will jump off the mountain, ayy

Swerve, swervin' in a motherfucking all-white Crown Vic'

Blue light mounted, siren howlin'

Stole it from a cop because he popped another brown kid, ayy

Got the town lit up by the flame that I made from my grey serenade, make way for the Plague

On the seventh day, grey bodies lay in they graves

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..




[Pouya:]

Yuh, yuh, yuh

$outh $ide $uicide, kill yourself, ho

Say you gettin' money, but your numbers don't show

You a liar, baseball bat fully wrapped in barbed wire

For anyone that's tryna get by us

I been thinkin' a lot

I see these rappers tryna get at my spot

Robb told me you gotta get it how you live

Told that bitch, "you better get up out my biz"

Pickle-breath-ass ho with a face like thizz

You don't want no issue with

Nose seen more blow than most nose seen a tissue

I got anxiety so I can't really do an interview

Don't come close to me

I'm not the one to really do it how it's 'sposed to be

Independent, tell the label to get over me

I'm over here with my peers gettin' rich point blank

Before I bring her to the crew make sure that bitch don't stink

Ain't no rules to the game, talk how you want

Walk how you want, my job is the shit

I used to clean up shit from the rim of the toilet

Now I'm gettin' money, I don't gotta pack a pistola

Okay, maybe, cause jealousy make a man go crazy

Money make a motherfucker hate me

One thousand bitches they all wanna date me