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Outside in an all black ride, tint rolled up when Im high Said they all wanna live, but I just wanna die Mo-Motherfucker, if youre looking for me, find me in the night I got a knife, dont wanna fight I wanna take your fucking 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, 6-6-6, 59, so cynical Got a pound in the blunt, Im loungin Pour another round, Im drownin Climb to the top, I will jump off the mountain, ayy Swerv-swervin in a motherfucking all-white Crown Vic Blue light mounted, siren howlin Stole it from a cop because he popped another brown kid 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— Yuh, yuh, yuh $outh $ide $uicide, kill yourself, ho Say you gettin money, but your numbers dont show, you a liar Baseball bat fully wrapped in barbed wire For anyone thats 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 dont want no issue with Nose seen more blow than most nose seen a tissue I got anxiety so I cant really do a interview Dont come close to me Im not the one to really do it how its posed to be Independent, tell that label to get over me Im over here with my peers, gettin rich point blank Before I bring her to the crib, make sure that bitch dont stink Aint 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 Im gettin money, I dont 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
Chump change, boy, now you gotta hate, boy Pull up the with the motherfucking AK, boy Pull up like its motherfucking game day, boy Shoot em with the pistol, shoot em point-blank, boy, yuh Chump change, boy, now you gotta hate, boy Pull up the with the motherfucking AK, boy Pull up like its motherfucking game day, boy Shoot em with the pistol, shoot em point-blank, boy, yuh Chump change, boy, now you gotta hate, boy Pull up the with the motherfucking AK, boy Pull up like its motherfucking game day, boy Shoot em with the pistol, shoot em point-blank, boy, yuh Product of the poison, you can bet your life on it Teeth got the ice on it, wrist still got the slice on it That walking stigmata and poltergeist Still feelin stuck every single night Dont give a fuck if I live or die Surprised to this point that I have survived Pull up with the motherfuckin AK tucked, bitchboy, good luck Yung Plague got the blade, hit the slay Then we spray with the .44 5 Bitch, its Grey59, let the devil go and ride Aint nothing but a pussy if you gon throw shade Fuckboy, Im hungry, and you looking like steak Trigger finger itching, and you looking like fake Trash done passed and you looking like waste, yah Chump change, boy, now you gotta hate, boy Pull up the with the motherfucking AK, boy Pull up like its motherfucking game day, boy Shoot em with the pistol, shoot em point-blank, boy, yuh Chump change, boy, now you gotta hate, boy Pull up the with the motherfucking AK, boy Pull up like its motherfucking game day, boy Shoot em with the pistol, shoot em point-blank, boy, yuh Tonight we guaranteeing graves, tonights the night we ride Tomorrow will never come, yeah, tonights the night we die Yesterday I met my death, I think its been a long time Stuck in limbo with my kinfolk, gave my life to $uicide Yung Plague with the masked face Bones will never break because I rape the souls of those who chose the wicked road, Im haunting the afraid No name on the grave, just grey stains spray-painted slave to the great grey grave, ayy Lend me the help, or send me to hell, either way I know Ill die The G, the 5 the 9, its $UICIDE Chump change, boy, now you gotta hate, boy Pull up the with the motherfucking AK, boy Pull up like its motherfucking game day, boy Shoot em with the pistol, shoot em point-blank, boy, yuh
Juul smokin motherfucker, dont come around me with no vape Got yo bitch under the cover suckin on me like a pipe Its the hero of the dark, but I dont ever wear a cape Take a Bic, and then I spark until the blunt evaporates There aint no debatin $uicide, too deep when I ride Ruby gettin high off of the pills that I supply Just cruisin by on flat tires in an 06 Chevy Looking like Im Bloody Mary, sippin codeine and berry Im Donnie Darko when I spark up and Im creepin like Frank Raisin that choppa right at your face, and after that I go blank Cause $lickity off the hinges, with syringes, shootin up my veins Rather be left alone, I dont care to know your name, ho Pull up in a Lamborghini just so you can see me Swerve into a telephone pole, my skeleton broke Pirellis smoke and burn Put my ashes in a blunt and light the front, your visions blurred You might just learn how Ruby da Cherry has seen the world Watch me flex like Im in the next life Bitch, I was next in line for heaven But then I ingested a double cup full of that fucking insecticide Insects inside my dead body, ironically, after Oddy was identified Possibly gotta be specified, cause the weather was intensified Draggin the lake They made a mistake because Yung Plague was recognized The sun turned black The sky replaced by the face with giant reddened eyes Christ cannot compare, he cannot save by breakin bread and wine $uicideboy$ can relate to the revelations because we dead inside
One, two, Freddys coming for you Three, four, better lock your door Five, six, grab your crucifix Seven, eight, gonna stay up late Nine, ten, never sleep— FUCKTHEPOPULATION Pullin up with the pump, slugs thatll make you slumped Drugs always keep me numb, wake up in the mornin just to pop some Bitch, its FUCKTHEPOPULATION Bodies in my basement Lord of the forsaken, watchin bitches fornicatin Lucifer, Beelzebub, Satan Triple six be my language Smokin on something thats flagrant Shootin up something thats tainted Raindrops cover my dreadlocks Mood 21 Savage, that Red Opps Might get my face tatted with a tear drop Shell-shocked leavin bodies on the sidewalk Six days till my death, on the seventh, let me be Lower-level dwelling, now the devil rocking FTP Ruby setting trends, but in the end, he wants his breath to cease Leopard print all on his body, body hangin off the Sphinx Ruby got a plan involving firestorms thinnin out the herd Ruby got a plan to see the locusts swarm, poisoning the dirt Ruby gonna find his death and flirt Ruby got his motherfucking heart torn, cut up into thirds Ruby got a broken oath, he once swore, take him back to church Ruby bloody fist up her skirt
First, I turned the Nile River into blood! Then I released the frogs as the city floods! Along with lice, flies, and I diseased your livestock! Then I make sure the boils grow on your wife and child! Look up at the fucking sky, youll see a storm of hail and fire! Then I sent out the locusts to swarm your fucking crops! I blacked out the sun and made time stop! Next Im coming for your firstborn son, watch him drop! Bitch, Im Yung Plague, here to spread the flames Makin it fucking rain alligator fangs Lightin the flame that ignited the revelation of Osiris Im risin above the horizon, I blackened the diamond And siphoned all of the water supply of Zion Bitch, I cut the head clean off of the lion Put it on a spike, and all of the sheep became enlightened, bitch Im standin right beside Poseidon bout to release all the Titans Footprints in the sand, followed by a herd of rotten bison Grey, grey, grey, grey Grey, grey, grey, grey Grey, grey, grey, grey Grey, grey, grey, GREY! Crucify me with the nails in my feet With the nails in my wrists, and that blade in my chest Enlightened by Zion, Im wearin the lion With teeth on a rope that surrounding my neck Standing in fire, Im God of the liars Attire is made up of nothin but wire The choir is singin my praises with phrases that let you all know Im the bastard of Satan Black in my eyes, homicide on my mind With that blood on my face, then I turn it to wine Yung Christ the divine, make them fall into line Let the planets align as they build me a shrine The end of the world as you know it When Im up in hell, I turn fire to snow, bitch The waters, they swell as the polars are broken Evoking the smoke from the bodies thats choking, ho
Bitch, Im Yung Plague with the AK steady sinning Fuck life, and everything that fucking comes with it Put the barrel in my mouth, blow my fucking brains out I dont give a fuck about anything, now Im finished Never killed a motherfucker, but thats bout to fucking change Throw my ass in jail, and just let me fucking decay The world is fucking grey, I grip the fucking blade And carve a line across my neck, and now Im fucking saved Bitch, I pull up in that motherfucking donk Florida to N.O., we down to catch a homi Bipolar switching, twitching, now Im Tony with the Tommy Demonic logic, I might vomit from popping narcotics Biologic product of a savage, my mamas psychotic Here to abolish, killing trees with the touch of my finger My shadows linger, the crypt keeper, its $carecrow the reaper Burning infernos, Im eternal, these fuckboys just verbal G-R-E-Y, hear the war cry of thousands thats burning My T is black, hell is dark, and so is my heart But its switchin like the nigga with the Yu-Gi-Oh! cards Against all odds, eyes on another when you go against god The ultimate is watching, so I guess Im in charge And if you think that youre hard, Ima act retarded Why you ride bikes? Better off in a car bitch Im off it, stop, then Im back in my starship The ultimate martian in the hood will only look like hobgoblin Steady mobbing, push it to the limit I could talk about rough bitch Know a couple niggas that can afford the apartments Black on black lens so Im black and Im heartless Shots in the dark, Im an excellent marksman Chop a choppa down, come around with karma Thats why a nigga vibe when a nigga want drama Wish a nigga would like Cosmo and Wanda No Timmy got a long black Jimmy Smoking on that season milli and the plug is outta Philly And I still tote the semi when Im runnin through the city Like a motherfucking renegade Reminiscing bout the brothers of my old days All back bringing back to my old ways Closed case, peel a nigga like a young K, my nigga Drowning in my thoughts around inside will kill me in the sleep Feeling all my days are numbered, count until the end of me Angel wings broken but Ill never let the devil creep ULT for life and Ima rap until the death of me Drowning in my thoughts around inside will kill me in the sleep Feelin like all my days are numbered, count until the end of me Angel wings broken but Ill never let the devil creep Ultimately $uicidal that means I can never sleep
Load up my big nine, now Im finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin, its this .50 finna do the deal Load up my big nine, now Im finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin, its this .50 finna do the deal Load up my big nine, now Im finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin, its this .50 finna do the deal Load up my big nine, now Im finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin, its this .50 finna do the deal Load up my big nine, now Im finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin, its this .50 finna do the deal Load up my big nine, now Im finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin, its this .50 finna do the deal Load up my big nine, now Im finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin, its this .50 finna do the deal Load up my big nine, now Im finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin, its this .50 finna do the deal Straight outta hell, ring the bells, Plague is here to stay Roaches and locusts, they cover me No halo hovering, follow me in yo grave Aint got no Patek because Ill be here till the end of fucking times Thy kingdom come; thy will be done And still you wonder, who am I? I am the devils son, born and raised Preaching $uicide, googly eyes Tell me more!—okay Praise the fucking devil, God can suck my dick I scorch the plains Making mountains crumble, glaciers meltin, oceans swellin Im lord of the plagues Load up my— Wait a fucking minute, I got more to say Threatening swordplay Some would say nay, cause the tip of my sword blade dipped in chlordane Lord Plague breaking fortés $carecrow in the corn maze, haunting board games For war, we pray Plague is cold in Norway Hanging from the doorframe with sores and stains For war, we pray 7th Ward, the grey For war, we pray 7th Ward, the grey For war, we pray 7th Ward, the grey For war, we pray Death is inevitable The fucking $carecrow walkin on his tiptoes On your blood-stained wood floor, you know, mister typical Hearin the fucking voices through my window But no worries Just like Chucky, Cut Throat got the blade, and the knife May thy rise for the Yung Christ—never even died My father just forsaken I Im still $uicide until I die Its an eye for an eye Speaking of I, I— See the reaper having a busy season Wont even let me rest, while Im sleeping Its gettin harder to watch from the bleachers The father of evil Like Knievel, Ruby and I stay jumping over people Xanax eatin, close to lethal Cigarette breathin junkie, used to needles So I grew up a fuck-up Load the nine up, my times up, yeah Grew up a fuck up Load up my big nine, now Im finna shoot to kill Load the nine up If you bustas slippin Its this .50 finna—
Murder, murder, mo murder, mo murder Murder, mo murder, mo murder Murder, mo murder, mo murder Murder, mo murder, mo murder Murder, mo murder, mo murder Murder, mo murder, mo murder Murder, mo murder, mo murder Murder, mo murder, mo murder Murder, mo murder, mo murder Murder, mo murder, mo murder Murder, mo murder, mo murder Murder, mo murder, mo murder Murder, mo mur- $lickity- $lickity $loth the butcher creepin through with that mystic style Smokin on whatever, been a junkie since I was a child Every time I think of death, I start to groan and crack a smile Never gave no fuck about this life—and thats me keepin it mild Killer gorilla, maniac, put they ashes on my blunt The police keep hollerin, where they at? Buried them in front the lawn The $carecrow with silent weapons, I pull the trigger and disperse The bodies get dumped in acid, so they have no need of a hearse Im staring at the window like Im staring at the television Smoking just to pass the time $lick had died, and Christ has risen Listen to the sixes hissing, tipping crucifixes Missin pieces in my wrist, it seems Im sleepin, chest beatin ceases Ridin in the Cadillac with cataracts, lungs black and chapped Should have put a cap on those ashes, lackin in fashion Getting cashed out, bitch, Im lackin Youre plastic, recyclable and everlasting, uh Murder, mo murder, mo murder Murder, mo murder, mo murder Murder, mo murder, mo murder
Here is a quick look at the use of guns in the last twenty-four hours. Three police officers shot and wounded in the space of an hour last night. A man was shot in broad daylight—and subsequently seen walking away from the scene.. Point me a tone Point, point, point me a tone right Point me a tone right dead at ya dome, fool Point me a tone right Point me a tone right Point me a tone right dead at ya dome, fool Point me a tone Point me a tone Murder, murder on my mind $uicidal all the time They just stay blinded by the sight of blood thats drippin down my eyes Point, point, point, me a tone Shoot me a bitch til the clip go click Heard that youre tippin police and shit Rat motherfuckers, I aint got love for em Internet thugs talkin all over the forum Bitch, I hate everybody, I aint here to make friends Shade throwin on Twitter like well never meet again See you in the flesh, and your tone change up Yung Christ, I can never-ever be touched $carecrow stick talk, triggers, I clutch Hoes all around me want their clit to be touched Aint learned yet that Id rather do drugs, hoe Point, point, point me a tone right Point me a tone right dead at ya dome, fool Point me a tone right Point me a tone right Point me a tone right dead at ya dome, fool Point, point, point me a tone right Yung Plague got a one-way ticket Some say he the young flame, with the gunplay on a Sunday Make a fuckin pussy boy stand in the blood rain Ruby levitate, another gun bang Chump change boy, now you gotta hate boy Pull up the with the motherfuckin AK, boy Pull up like its motherfucking game day, boy Shoot em with the pistol, shoot em point blank, boy, yuh Uzi fucking fire like a gun range, boy Cum stains on your dumb dame, boy, ayy Yung Plague was a dead boy, ayy No shame in the blunt, aye, dont be scared, boy, ayy Just let me choke in the flames Point me a tone right dead at ya dome, fool Point me a tone right dead at ya dome, fool Point me a tone right dead at ya dome, fool Point me a tone right Point, point, point me a tone right Welcome to the motherfuckin genocide Bloody murder run through my fucking mind Grey clouds surround when we take a life Last thing you taste is my fucking knife Pointing me a tone aiming straight at ya dome Shine through the dark Now there’s nothing but the chrome Cut ya body up, and I throw it in a hole AK strapped never trying to fuck with the boys G-G59 Don’t try to cross the line Fucking with the killers Ima have to make your soul mine Fucking with the murderers, I’ll have you breathing no more Ruby stay strapped with an all black .44 Scrim with the K he don’t give a fuck ‘bout a hoe Point me a tone right dead at ya dome, fool Point me a tone right dead at ya dome, fool Point me a tone right dead at ya dome, fool Point, point, point me a tone right
Creeping up out the dungeon Bitch, all it look like is fungus Pentagram, bitch, got the hunnid All of this weed I be crumbling, now smoking The roaches approaching the hopeless and roping The bitches like roses and then I start stomping Roping the bone, better watch your step Toting the TEC, throw that shade at your neck Schema boys, $uicide throw up the set Im unleashing the evil from under my bed Killing myself with the noose or the knife Bitch, Im through with my life, yeah, Id rather be dead Let the demons arise, let them enter my head Grey in my eyes, but they leave something red Piercing the crucifix deep in my chest Leaving a mess for the bugs to infest Smoking my dope to the dome King of heroin and euphoria clutching my brain Look in the mirror then I fucking figure Im Lucifer running around changing the game Changing the pages of history, bitch Fuck the Bible, Im rolling it up in a swisher Fuck off my liver, it shivers and quivers Im popping pain pills like Im popping the trigger The Hitler of the $uicide cult that follows Bottles I swallow with scripts no regard for a tomorrow Soaking in sorrow the $carecrow has risen off the post The muddy coast, sipping codeine till I overdose All I think about is putting a hole in my brain Never wanna deal with another thing That dont got a thing to do with levitating to the plane It started with a bang, ended with me Face down on a bloody carpet and now Im lookin down at me I never thought that Id be thinking the way I been Predicaments, in a pickle, whatever you wanna say I know what you wanna say You wanna say itll be okay one day Ima roll the dice and bet 7 on death Dont fear the reaper, hes coming to siphon the life from your chest Say that you wishing to die But you wishing to get more attention, but bitch, now you next Puffing that Bible swish with $lick While watching you die and Im sipping my liq Soon as the bottle is done, commit Seppuku, Im out this bitch Commit Schemacide with Seppuku, its your fate I hope you die slow, from the puncture of the blade If you got no nuts to do it yourself then its okay I got the red beam, and its aiming at your face Commit Schemacide with Sepukku, its your fate I hope you die slow, from the puncture of the blade If you got no nuts to do it yourself then its okay I got the red beam, and its aiming at your face
Beat Fiends Pop, pop, pop that molly Blow indo, blow indo Pop, pop, pop that molly Blow indo, blow indo Pop, pop, pop that molly Blow indo, blow indo Pop, pop, pop that molly Blow indo, blow indo Uh, double up the cup, I think Im overflowin Ocean loaded Ashing gold, Im fucking sold The devil stole my fuckin soul, yet Im still cold Hell froze, $now Leopard hoe repeller Turn a blizzard to a fuckin Armageddon, uh Engine revvin, 7 wars up in the 7th Ward, but Im number 11, yuh Attention getter, ayy Grey Beretta, ayy Slain ya whole gang in the motherfucking cellar, ayy Κλείσε την πόρτα, then I penetrate your γυναίκα The demon ingester, I swerve off and total my Tesla Pop the trunk, watch me flex Shoot a motherfucker with the AK next Rather now than later, cause I wanna meet death Cant scare a motherfucker, even if you got lead Flies chomp, welcome to the feast Hit I-12, grab Ruby from the East Snort a bag of dope, shoot the rest in my feet Gold on my teeth, its the beast off the leash Fuck, sheesh! R.I.P Any motherfucker wanna come and try me? Six blades, six bullets have you six feet deep $carecrow, $carecrow, man, you starting to scare me! Fuck you Bitch, Im from the levees Where the water aint steady, ridin 20s on a Chevy, ah, ah Shake all the leaves when my feet hit the ground I see that you pussy, boy, dont make a sound Pop, pop, pop that molly Blow indo, blow indo Pop, pop, pop that molly Blow indo, blow indo Pop, pop, pop that molly Blow indo, blow indo Pop, pop, pop that molly Blow indo, blow indo
And he will destroy to an extraordinary degree and prosper and perform his will, and hes seen as a sign of the times We are living in apocalyptic times. Global warming and a rising nuclear threat among nations that really scare us—the whole middle east, Quagmire, and Jihad, and all of these kinds of things, these are not easy times to live in Rip out a piece of my rib and give it to a bitch As the snake whispers to her, Ruby does not fucking exist So I bit off its head, then I chewed it, and spit it out Fell to the ground, as I puked up and flipped around Scales started forming, I think that now I am the snake I am the one they call Plague Who will never escape, will forever remain The Omega, the Alpha, the chosen one sent here to reign Who saves all the slaves? Lil Plague breaking chains Jesus Christ was never raised from the dead, he rots away Burn a church and watch the flames, autumn embers turn to grey Wooden crosses in decay, the flock of sheep now fucking slain Thanks, Tom. Police are requesting that if you see this little eight-year-old boy, you immediately kill him and burn his body—thats all for now. Run up with the motherfucking MAC on attack Shoot back, gat gat, grrra!—he flat Leave them bodies where they lay, let they mothers cry and pray Nina, nina, oh nina, I need you bad up in my life Them heathens that scheming, they breathin Look dead or somethin like demons, woah Smash a forty ounce on the cop cars Prolly just popped bout five bars, sippin hydro, got a bad cough Indica dripping down the cigar Its that dope head, drug fiend Mug mean, lonely Shut the fuck up, yall annoy me Many prophecy believers feel the end game has already begun. The focus that the world has now on the rise of the Anti-Christ and the return of Christ, I believe the board is set, and the pieces are about to move.
Fuck them other niggas, cause Im down for my niggas, what? Fuck them other niggas, cause Im down for my niggas, what? Fuck them other niggas, cause I ride for my niggas, what? I die for my niggas, what? Fuck them other niggas! Fuck them other niggas, cause Im down for my niggas, what? Fuck them other niggas, cause Im down for my niggas, what? Fuck them other niggas, cause I ride for my niggas, what? I die for my niggas, what? Fuck them other niggas! Its that fiend with bout twenty prescriptions Down for my triple six killers I glisten in my world of fiction, twitching from all my addictions Mutilations deep down in my basement Forsaken the road to heaven I had taken Replacing my scriptures for demons and witches While twistin a cigarillo full of bitches and snitches $-U-I-C-I-D-E P-R-O-P-H-E-T Deceased bodies laying in sheets The blackest creep of the black sheep Summoned from Hades to rise, 3 AM when I arrive Sixes all over my eyes, picking my burial site Fuck them other niggas, cause Im down for my niggas, what? Fuck them other niggas, cause Im down for my niggas, what? Fuck them other niggas, cause I ride for my niggas, what? I die for my niggas, what? Fuck them other niggas! All of these bullets have names written on them The trigger, I pull it and brains spill, no caution Often I murder, I toss em, no washing Aint nauseous, Im flossing inside of the coffin I reek from the mice I eat I am the fiend for the shrines and sheets I am the tide, and yes, I am the deep G-R-E-Y-F-I-V-E-N-I-N-E I am the skeleton hiding the bones I need I am the leopard print that Lucifer uses for hide and seek Enemies try and see me, but Im quite the freak Hiding inside misery, yeah, my spines so weak Frying my memory with all the pine I breathe Scythe in a sheath, I will slice all the sheep Because Christ is on ice, Im collecting the blood he bleeds Fuck them other niggas, cause Im down for my niggas, what? Fuck them other niggas, cause Im down for my niggas, what? Fuck them other niggas, cause I ride for my niggas, what? I die for my niggas, what? Fuck them other niggas!
Deranged from the blood stains all over my brain Just another day, this killer train is ridin down your way Im fucking starting to unthread, these voices thats in my head I got a romance with the dead, and sleeping in river beds, uh Damaging my organs, to me, they just aint important Im a different kind of breed, the one that dont even breathe The one you aint gotta feed, just rob and take what I need Fucking product of the $uicide, fucking spawn of Satan Cuttin on my wrist, while these women fornicating Im debating to take my life, forsaken by sacrifice Mistaken for something nice Pile of ashes is my final form Got a roll of duct tape, and a rag soaked in chloroform Flies swarm because my bodys warm, shatter the urn See me blowing in the wind like a scattered storm Grey matter splattered in front of the corner store Saw that when I was fourteen, walking around the 2nd Ward Send him to the seventh floor Ended up with floor seats to something I didnt want to see Now that scene is in my head every time I go to sleep When I dream, I rest in peace knowing Ill be dead Earth will be my final bed Poison me with lead, inject it into my fucking head Pressure, pressure How do I dear deal with all this pressure? In my way It’s in my lungs It’s in my thoughts It’s in my brain A guilty conscience some might say, I’m paranoid and locked away A withering weed in the garden that God wasnt supposed to save Locked up in an open grave Reading King James Bible With a couple quotes erased, but kept the ones that made me smile Do I really see everything for what it is? Or is it that I can’t see anything with such a bad case of denial When I die, then put my body in a boat And light it on fire, push me out to sea And let the wind do what I might-a No matter whatever I feel about anything It wasn’t until I burned all my bridges It made my future brighter
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 outta hell, and Im the maestro of this fucking choir 2017 might turn me to a mass shooter Pull a drive-by while Im hangin out the fucking Uber Kill a state trooper, slice the neck of a prosecutor Drug user getting looser, yall gon bring back the Krueger $crimmy, $crimmy gettin eerie when Im 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, hoe Yung Plague, Yung Plague Yung Plague opening up heavens 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, called it a day Ash my blunt on top an ancient ruin, 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 youve 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 crowds about to lose it, let me make this one thing lucid $UICIDE the fucking movement $UICIDE is what Im choosing
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, Im a cancer that keep getting badder The God of Grey hangin from the state, floatin above the lake Forbidden from heavens gates, aint no choice to make Stuck with these devilish traits, bitch, wont 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 dont 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 dont grin as much Bitch, I trim and pluck Overly potent, the weed that Im chokin Im 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, Im chompin on her brain Let her veins drain, bloody double cup, Ill 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
Slit my own wrist, bitch, I been killin shit Bitch, pick up ash off the blunt when it spill I aint paying for shit, I got three hunnid pills Palm full of pills, I might die any day, hope I die with no will Theres a way to escape, its called digging your grave I dont chill with nobody, or meet face-to-face Im just waitin in here until I can creep outta my cave Dont try and save what cannot be saved I cannot be saved, cause I am a slave to my own mistakes I hope I fade away like a memory fades in my brain Pray that I slay all the prey, blade that drains my fucking veins Satan, please save me today I break away, now Ive escaped Slumped up off my habits, wit two full metal jackets Im that Slenderman up in yo closet, panic when you think about it That grey-haired thuggin lil shawty Paranoid, cant be too cautious Roll up, finna blow on this dope Could be heron, could be smoke Either way, Im gonna blow Numb till I cant feel no more R.I.P to the one they call $lick D-I-E when you fuck with the clique Pull up quick with the sticks, empty clips Then I dip with your bitch, made her suck dick She was shit, I got pissed so I didnt hit Just hit a lick, hit the whip and then I dipped swift
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 Roamin, creepin through the night bumpin on that Tommy Wright Grippin on my fucking knife, and end this motherfuckers life You fucking with G59, ho? Go and get yo crucifix $uicideboy$ and Ramirez all up in this bitch Welcome to the depths of hell We burnin them busters and bringing them down Walk through the fields, Im 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 Me just creeping through the night looking for a sacrifice Murderous killer, drug dealers how Ima 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 Im posted in the underworld, soaking in the cold rain Brutal destruction is comin, no runnin Im gunnin to aim at your face People dont 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 Im through with these bitches Yeah, Im through with these bitches Grey skies turn black, now I seek nine lives Swerving in the Llac, bitch, I seep fine wine G59 where the beasts signs fine Glock cocked, got shot, man, at least nine times, Im fine, light pine My spine is damaged, I can barely walk, barely talk, but Ill 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 Fuckboys I be rollin 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, Im 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 Im insane with no chain The person you used to be now is a stain, fuckboy
See I worship– See I worship– See I worship devil shit, therefore, them demons creep my mind Angels try to speak to me but being Godly aint my kind See I worship devil shit, therefore, them demons creep my mind Angels try to speak to me but being Godly aint my kind See I worship devil shit, therefore, them demons creep my mind Angels try to speak to me but being Godly aint my kind See I worship devil shit, therefore, them demons creep my mind Angels try to speak to me but being Godly aint my kind See I worship devil shit, therefore, them demons creep my mind Lucifer keep speakin to me, triple six up on my time Paranoid, anxiety, prescriptions always fill my mouth Fuckboys keep on tryin me Now Im bringing Satan out Candle lit séances and black witches Them demons come and posses me now Devil laughs and black ski masks Im hearing footsteps through my house Got that redrum in my mind That murder, murder till they dead AK-47 cocked and ready, filled to the top with lead You can see it in my eyes when that devil shit takes over me No remorse, them drugs I snort got falling angels controllin me Now Im thinkin $uicide, who am I? Done sold my soul just for a hit See I worship, see I worship... Devil shit, therefore, them demons creep my mind Angels try to speak to me but being Godly aint my kind See I worship devil shit, therefore, them demons creep my mind Angels try to speak to me but being Godly aint my kind See I worship devil shit, therefore, them demons creep my mind Angels try to speak to me but being Godly aint my kind See I worship devil shit, therefore, them demons creep my mind Angels try to speak to me but being Godly aint my kind See I worship Its the 59 $uicidal great white Cruisin a tidal wave on a late night Lake-like white boy, yah Refusing to loosen the noose Bitch, Im losing my mind Cause you losers choosing to abuse what I say in my lines You need to get a life–matter fact, take mine Make wine out of all the bullshit that you hear through the grapevine What you heard? That my flame shines way bright? Bitch, I be that shark swimmin in the dark Never bark, bitch, you know I bite Each tooth like a steak knife Put this bitch in park Heres the part when I spark up the blunt The mark of the devil displayed on the front Got a hunch you aint coming out until the daytime Evil Knievel, bitch I stunt like a fake spine Bitch, I take mine Souls and all Im like a leech, bitch The devil lay me down to sleep My Chevrolet is gowned in sheep Heading to hell, yeah the road is steep If I had a soul, It was never mine to keep Yung Plague, bitch I was sent to preach Fuck Πάτερ ἡμῶν ὁ ἐν τοῖς οὐρανοῖς See I worship– See I worship– See I worship devil shit, therefore, them demons creep my mind Angels try to speak to me but being Godly aint my kind See I worship devil shit, therefore, them demons creep my mind Angels try to speak to me but being Godly aint my kind See I worship devil shit, therefore, them demons creep my mind Angels try to speak to me but being Godly aint my kind See I worship devil shit, therefore, them demons creep my mind Angels try to speak to me but being Godly aint my kind See I worship Creepin out the cut This a cold-blooded killer Not givin a mother fuck, let me rep this shit Its the six digit, children of the corn Call me Malachai, got the spiritual powers Im taking over this bitch I got the scythe on my hand Take a life in my hand The devil came out the flame and gave me the master plan Knuckin and buckin and servin the fiends Stackin my money and countin my greens Black on these busters, Im takin they neck As I creep in the middle of the night with my TEC Dont run your mouth, dont disrespect Because Ill take a niggas life with a motherfuckin quickness Yea, you know who it be It be the wicked one from the West Coast Got a double barrel shotgun, point it at your chest Drink a nigga’s blood Then I eat a nigga’s flesh because you already know See I worship devil shit, therefore, them demons creep my mind Angels try to speak to me but bein Godly aint my kind Creepin out the dungeon blowin on that fuckin indo Blow a niggas brain, triple six my nigga you should know See I worship– See I worship– See I worship devil shit, therefore, them demons creep my mind Angels try to speak to me but being Godly aint my aint my See I worship devil shit, therefore, them demons creep my mind Angels try to speak to me but being Godly, Godly See I worship devil shit, therefore, them demons creep my mind Angels try to speak to me but being Godly aint my kind See I worship, See I worship devil shit, therefore, them demons creep my mind Angels try to speak to me but being Godly aint my kind See I worship
When there is no more room in hell The dead will walk the earth Now you see me smilin, lookin wily, got a loced out face Suckas think they close to me? Deep inside I feel disgrace We smoke off the ink, we get blowed off the ink We get fucked up, we takin them hard pulls Now you see me smilin, lookin wily, got a loced out face Where tha bud at? Lookin wily, got a loced out face Where tha bud at? We smoke off the ink, we get blowed off the ink We get fucked up, we takin them hard pulls Where tha bud at? Sittin in a circle as were praying to the wicked one Flames arise, a busta cries, and everybody starts to run Lookin at the devil in his eyes, dont be surprised Everybody in this bitch will die by the night Light-Lightning strikes in front of my feet I believe Im the demon that bleeds in the color of grey, ayy Winter is coming, I summon the flames, ayy Summer is gone, Im no longer Yung Plague, ayy Noose and a blade, ayy, Lucifers slave, ayy Choosin the day Ill be loose in the grave, ayy Slay the sheep that pull wool over my eyes Creep in the dark, Im a shark in disguise Park it in drive, jump out the ride Crucify me on a spike, I will die right by Lucifers side Bodies in a pile about a mile down the road Got a while til it snows Black and white makes the color that I glow Grow in a hole until I become whole Shoot that bitch right in his neck like executing Clay Morrow Then I stumble and I walk to go and grab me a shovel Yung Jax Teller, and the concretes my jungle Smuggle a fuckboy to sacrifice into rubble Tunnel vision to murder with grey walls cavin in Crumble til Im unheard of, the resurrection begins (Welcome to the land of six thousand degrees Feel the ferocity of fire burnin for eternity) We smoke off the ink, we get blowed off the ink We get fucked up, we takin them hard pulls Now you see me smilin, lookin wily, got a loced out face Where tha bud at? Lookin wily, got a loced out face Where tha bud at? We smoke off the ink, we get blowed off the ink We get fucked up, we takin them hard pulls Where tha bud at?
Face, ace, sake, place, base—damn, I think Im crazed Terrors the error, no errors within my terror Are you scared of six double six? Demonically elegant elements A manic-depressive aggressiveness, stress me, bitch And you will feel the strength of my weapons kit, trick Face, ace, sake, place, base—damn, I think Im crazed Terrors the error, no errors within my terror Are you scared of six double six? Demonically elegant elements A manic-depressive aggressiveness, stress me, bitch And you will feel the strength of my weapons kit, trick $carecrow rising, while devising Live through violence, blood flow drivin me to kill a fuckboy hidin Manic schizo, life dejected Just infected, just neglected Always rejected, but respected Lucifers first-born of the fallen, triple 6 screams, bodies calling Ive evolved into revolving my own way of problem-solving Murder, murder, druggie, junky Body burnin if Im lucky Flames of hell that burn my flesh, $uicide, I scream till then Face, ace, sake, place, base—damn, I think Im crazed A manic-depressive aggressiveness, stress me, bitch And you will feel the strength of my weapons kit, trick Fuckboy wanna talk shit? Put the MAC-10 in his mouth, just the tip Zip up my brain, six-hundred and sixty stitches, I feel the pain No shame, just sayin Big bang, Im a Saiyan Who knew Yung Plague wouldnt freeze in the tundra? Its true Hot as a block, when the cops know the spot Cop a rock and then crack in his top, leave him blue Now your skull got a big crater, see you later, alligator Bring the bodies to the swamp Leave em as bait for the chomp and Im gone Face, ace, sake, place, base—damn, I think Im crazed
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool Run your mouth, bitch, run your mouth Welcome to the devils place Burning in eternal flames is where your body finna lay Baker with the double Glock, he screams Hell break your fuckin face Triple six is what were chanting while were tearing up the place Run yo mouth, bitch, run yo mouth What the fuck you talking bout? If you talking all that shit, then let me see what you about G59 in that motherfucking place $UICIDEBOY$ and Ramirez taking over this bitch, mane Anna got me clicking, tripping, ripping on my fuckin TEC If a busta run his mouth, an then Im aiming at his chest Resurrected from the dead Noob Saibot Hit him with a fatal shot Grip his heart and rip it out Look into the fuckin darkness see the fuckin black abyss Stare into the fuckin shadows and begin to worship the six Talking to my demons inside of my fuckin head Looking for the fuckin bloodshed Murder is what they said Point me a tone, right– Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool Point me a, point me a, point me a, point me a– Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool Point me a tone, right– Point me a tone right– Point, point, point, point Point, point, point, point Point, point, point, point They recognize the Grey is twisted up with the six Keepin the shit too thick, the $carecrow without a stitch Got to lay it down to drop a busta or sucka Hail Satan, motherfuckers, keep the meanin undercover Snatch a purse from your mother, put a bullet in your brother Aint another motherfucker makes you suffer like I suffer, hoe 59 ways to murder all in one day The $uicide craze will have you going insane Stillness broken by reply And still, they be wondering why Im constantly getting high And trying to just end my life With a swipe of a rusty blade with $lick engraved Tombstone without a name, Im just another slave Point me a, point me a, point me a, point me a Point– Motherfuckers want to talk shit Bark all you want, bitch I know you see the shark fins creeping in the darkness Now you nothing but an armless carcass Bugs start to harvest This was your fate regardless Targets think Im harmless, but they end up on my carpet Threads turning scarlet, and so begins the carnage Find them in the garbage Carving in my name, I gotta say its fucking tarnished, uh Pull up with the motherfucking roof gone Been too long Wrote a blues song like Toussaint after Lucifer bought my soul Blood spilling out my head like it was Dom Perignon Long money in my palm Calm as the fucking storm before the crack of fucking dawn, ho Point me a tone, right...
Took one to the dome, home alone I cant turn a stone without some bones creeping up out of my clothes Jonesing, fiending, itching, shaking, mentally unstable, no cable Just some white noise inside my head And that ain’t no wrap sheet, but what I regret instead Days of me and Cherry working out the mother fucking shed to get up out of my toxic bed Forsaken the first born and watch the rest fall at glance Wishes of me changing my past never had a fighting chance Leave me alone Leave me alone Leave me alone When I die I want a mural painted of me Leave me alone When I die I want a mural painted of me If Im lucky, theyll pick a building that’s really fucking ugly Paint me puking, paint me fucking, paint a halo right above me Even if they tear the building down, Yung Plague will be scattered around Let out the hounds while Im stepping in your fucking town Always surrounded by the fucking walking dead of clout Tryna catch a breath, always trying not to fucking drown Ashes to ashes Ill turn to dust before I join the crowd Leave me alone Leave me alone Leave me alone When I die I want a mural painted of me Leave me alone Leave me alone Leave me alone Leave me alone When I die I want a mural painted of me Leave me alone
Where you gonna go? Where you gonna run? Where you gonna hide? Nowhere, cause theres no one like you left! Thats right... Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin from this shit Glocks popping, bustas dropping Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin from this shit Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin from this shit Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin from this shit Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin from this shit Glocks popping, bustas dropping Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin from this shit Evil spirits takin over, now they runnin through my head Telling me, grip that fucking gun Telling me, pop that fucking lead Its a bird, its a plane—no, its Satan in the flesh Im that dead motherfucker steady smoking on that death Satanic holy ghost, snort that holy dope Infrared scope with that dot right on your throat Im that $carecrow in the corner, welcome to my crucifixion Graveyard livin, murder itchin, dont be superstitious Demons got my back, I dont even fight it now Black magic, voodoo power $uicides exciting, now see? Glocks popping, bustas dropping Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks— Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin from this shit Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin from this shit Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin from this shit Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin from this shit Glocks popping, bustas dropping Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks— Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin from this shit Id rather take a nap after I turn a blunt to ash Creeping cracker on the chronic, feelin like a Velociraptor Pull, pullin off the patch, but I aint takin off the fucking mask Heard em gasp, closed their mouth with the fucking gats blast Cant rap about a fine dimes ass no more G59 where the beasts signs fine Fuck a feast, Im fine dying Life gave me lemons, but I want a fucking lime Aint got the time to die tryin Bitch, I know Ill die alone Either in a ditch or on a throne Either way, in a pit Im being thrown Everything is nothing, and Im fucking decomposed Glocks popping, bustas dropping Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks— Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin from this shit Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin from this shit Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin from this shit Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin from this shit Glocks popping, bustas dropping Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks—
Sucka busta, fuck that bitch, riding with some mindless trick On my Ps and Qs, I refuse to be broke as shit Sucka busta, fuck that bitch, riding with some mindless trick On my Ps and Qs, I refuse to be broke as shit Sucka busta, fuck that bitch, riding with some mindless trick On my Ps and Qs, I refuse to be broke as shit Sucka busta, fuck that bitch, riding with some mindless trick On my Ps and Qs, I refuse to be broke as shit Sucka busta, fuck that bitch, riding with some mindless trick On my Ps and Qs, I refuse to be broke as shit Sucka busta, fuck that bitch, riding with some mindless trick On my Ps and Qs, I refuse to be broke as shit Shut the fuck up, bitch, talking shit When the 6-10 splits, get off and take a left on St. Bernard Drive a little bit—then it hits, oh shit! You just drove down the road to Yung Plagues pit With a pit in the yard Feed you to my dog, then I yawn Bury your bones till dawn Mow the lawn to make it seem neat like a bed Bitch, Ill sleep when Im dead Dreaming while they zipping up the body bag From my fucking feet up to my head Sucka busta, fuck that bitch, riding with some mindless trick On my Ps and Qs, I refuse to be broke as shit Sucka busta, fuck that bitch Aint got no friends, they all turned snitch Trust no one, they bound to switch Trust no bitch, just give em dick Dirty South pimp with the gold on my wrist Empty the clip till the chamber go click No faking, no flodgin, my record legit Im bankin and dodgin from Five-O, my clique Cut Throat cut dope with the all black blade Sniff coke, fuck hoes while Im layin in the shade I live up in hell and I sleep in a grave And if you cant tell, bitch, Im fucking insane Pop, pop, pop, pop! Make the bodies go drop Bustin these suckas and swervin on cops Almighty 59, aint got time for no opps Six-six-six, Im so damn hot
Clickin with that 9 in hand, lets make this to another stance Scarecrow with that satanic bible, tell me wheres the killa, man Clickin with that 9 in hand, lets make this to another stance Scarecrow with that satanic bible, tell me wheres the killa, man Clickin with that 9 in hand, lets make this to another stance Scarecrow with that satanic bible, tell me wheres the killa, man 9 millimeter with the infrared beam $uicide, homicide be the motherfuckin scheme Loced out, smoked out, ridin with the pistol gripped 187 on a rat punk, bitch Im incognito riding through the fucking night The tales from the depths, and Im bringing the fright Machete in my hand, take his breath when I smite You might get left, so you better get right Mu, mu, murder runnin through my motherfucking mind Glock cocked back, and Im taking his spine Talking bout the grey, then I make his life mine Indulge in the drugs, use the blood as the wine Bop! Use a calico I won’t stop bucking till I see the fuckin barrel fucking smoke Dont give a fuck bout a bitch or a hoe Cause the devil told me, never love no hoe! Clickin with that 9 in hand, lets make this to another stance Scarecrow with that satanic bible, tell me wheres the killa, man Crank up the chainsaw, and make all the brains fall You might wanna duck off when Im in the premises Chewin they faces for older mistakes they had made on bad days when I dont wanna deal with shit Miserable signals that I am literal We talking bout that $uicide, ayy, ayy Motherfucker, we some criminals, cynical Makin the triggers pull Indica making me feel so hazy Going crazy in the shadows of the gallows, ayy Six double six, got a brand new blade for my wrist, cut it Watching my blood as it drips, love it $uicide till I die, fuck it Clickin with that 9 in hand, lets make this to another stance Scarecrow with that satanic bible, tell me wheres the killa, man Who be that motherfucker risin outta that grave? Who be that boy, paint all grey, with a lullaby boy died easily? Who be the shadow creepin in that dark you aint see? Bitch, it’s Yung Plague! Spreadin my flame, bitch, Im melting your faith Look in my eyes, you will see all the pain See all the pain that Ive felt, all the pain that I caused All the pain that I fuckin escaped Bitch, I break the bones of those who get in my way Dig him a hole, yeah, his whole body lay in the hole as I watch him decay 5-9 gets cocked everyday Everyday, I wake up and the sky is so grey Yung Plague, hes insane Raise hell, hell-raised until my dying day
Close your eyes and count to seven, when you wake youll be in heaven... Jack be nimble, get jacked so quick Jack with a Jason mask on that bitch Terrifyin these niggas souls 666, we like that shit, see? Jack be nimble, get jacked so quick Jack with a Jason mask on that bitch Terrifyin these niggas souls 666, we like that shit, see? Jack be nimble, get jacked so quick Jack with a Jason mask on that bitch Terrifyin these niggas souls 666, we like that shit, see? 666 we like that shit Roll that bud, and light that spliff Cock it back one time, I bust Fuck all these bitches, no hoes I trust Bitch, I got that devil in me Murderous, I like them semis Heard of us? We smoke like chimneys Sipping codeine, aint got no kidneys Running this shit with some blood on my feet $uicide bitch, aint no ho up in me Step on my scene, Ima put you to sleep They treat me like Jesus, they bow down to me Its that phonky flowing, mystic blowing Junkie, sellin, robbin, killin Bodies stacking to the fucking ceiling Weapon on me, aint no concealing Jack be nimble, get jacked so quick Jack with a Jason mask on that bitch Terrifyin these niggas souls 666, we like that shit, see? Jack be nimble, get jacked so quick Jack with a Jason mask on that bitch Terrifyin these niggas souls 666, we like that shit, see? Jack be nimble, get jacked so quick Jack with a Jason mask on that bitch Terrifyin these niggas souls 666, we like that— Pulling a name out the flame Call me Yung Plague Slitting my wrist with a blade Im insane Murder my style You dont like it? Too bad because Im killing myself anyway Got that rope around my neck, now Im ready to hang Keep on holding that TEC Im that target to spray Got an ocean of roaches and locusts approaching Im hoping they dont think Im Moses Im sending them all to their graves Slitting 666 in my limp wrist, bitch Slitting 666 in my limp wrist, bitch Slitting 666 in my limp wrist, bitch Slitting 666 in my limp wrist, bitch
Uh, bitch, I got ice on my wrist Thats to stop to slice from swelling Bitch, Ill burn a fucking church and sell the ashes to the reverend Ask the weapon, aint no stepping, aint no climbing Bitch, Im slidin, and I wreck it Curbs getting swerved over, bitch, I murder then repress it Life full of lessons and I didnt learn shit, so I burned the school too Got a sandbox full of ashes for the kids Catch me shining in the llac, got a diamond painted black Frame intact, flame is back Get the fuck up off the grid Hi, I want to die Blackout my eyes and crucify I find in Satans eyes Carry my sixes around with pride Killer, killer, sweeping the bodies Tony the Tommy with grip on the shotty Low-life creeping and plotting Suboxone on me with a script of neurontin Body numb, speaking in tongues Opium tar in my lungs Pistol-packing, skull cracking Im that fucking gothic savage Vampire laced in satin Love to catch a fuckboy lacking Cadillac macking crackhead Tracking all who slacking, ratting Fucking with the evil ones straight from the crypt Drenched in the blood from the souls that I rip Creep through the darkness, Im murdering bustas Im hunting whatevers inside of my circuits Im burning these bodies, Im digging up graves Stuck in the place where Jesus wont save Triple 6, Satans kids G to the 59 dont play shit Serial killers, we selling our souls Fuckin with us and your body will fold Step in the shadow where nobody knows Begging for life but its instantly cold Voices inside of my head Pitted for murder and blood to be shed Creep out the darkness, the devil once said If you fucking with him, then its death to ya head Murda
Because me really love to make a stang Mister high-capper, dont make me touch ya, mane Because me really love to make a stang Mister high-capper, dont make me touch ya, mane Because me really love to make a stang Mister high-capper, dont make me touch ya, mane Because me really love to make a stang Mister high-capper, dont make me touch ya, mane Because me really love to make a stang Mister high-capper, dont make me touch ya, mane Overcast fame, wait until it rains flames Got an acid-washed brain, looking like bleach stains I blame the reign of fucking chains Thats why all of us are tame, staying in a fucking cage I cant live this way, while we harvest limited grain They stay sipping cold Moet Satan hears me pray, yes, I became his prey Blood leaks out my veins Got my palms pressed together as I whisper, Namaste Because me really love to make a stang Mister high-capper, dont make me touch ya, mane Because me really love to make a stang Mister high-capper, dont make me touch ya, mane Because me really love to make a stang Mister high-capper, dont make me touch ya, mane Because me really love to make a stang Mister high-capper, dont make me touch ya, mane Because me really love to make a stang Mister high-capper, dont make me touch ya, mane Yung $carecrow with a couple pills foamin out my mouth Nicotine smoking, motherfuckers out the south I, I cop a slug, spray em up, let em lay in blood Stuck in the mud sippin Tuss, I cant give it up Dont give a fuck when the buds stuffed up in my blunt Im saying, Please, p-p-please dont make me make a stain Hollow tips in your brain, body filled with pain Come feel the reign of the clinically insane, ho Because me really love to make a stang Mister high-capper, dont make me touch ya, mane Because me really love to make a stang Mister high-capper, dont make me touch ya, mane Because me really love to make a stang Mister high-capper, dont make me touch ya, mane Because me really love to make a stang Mister high-capper, dont make me touch ya, mane Because me really love to make a stang Mister high-capper, dont make me touch ya, mane What is that stain? That is a mess Made on your shirt Sunk on your chest Dripping out wet and Im leaving the set Taking your heart with no evidence left Better expect To run out of breath Your life will consist of the end of reality Tell the police Im Baraka on coppas My Kombat is mortal from all the brutalities Put in the work with the deadliest faculties This is a robbery coming to peace Visit the haters vacate in the heat The Devils are proud of me now that I teach it The classes are over I am released The classes to wake up the students asleep Citizens playing the game Its Lucifer shows at a pretty Because me really love to make a stang Mister high-capper, dont make me touch ya, mane
Yuh , yuh, yuh I pay my hoes, my bills, my homage I never been to college I sever the head of rappers I pack the MAC-11 to send you to another dimension Not to mention, I pop the Smith & Wesson with no second guessin Your bitch get to steppin Once I get it in, get wet, get out Dont want to hear a word out of your mouth Whats up with that pussy? Dont doubt me I can make it squirt while I skrrt in the Audi Bitch, Im outie after that, oddys after that Touch your Instagram, put you on the map Dont discriminate, fuck a handicap, no legs Fuck that, where your titties at, bitch? Ba-Ba-Back in the Golden Days, I was glowin rays Now Im soaked in grey from all these fuckin growin pains Keep on throwin shade, youll meet the fuckin Shoguns blade Im stealing trophies out your trophy case Fuck the cards I was dealt I got a poker face to steal an open base, ho Fuck an older age though If lifes a book, rip out the last page and roll up a J Lo Bitch, Im Yung Plague, no way Ima grow fangs Rip out your throat, aint sayin anything out that hole, mane Hundred pills bottles on my motherfuckin dresser, mane Couple lil models all up in my Twitter mentions, mane Im the mane thatll make a stain out of your fuckin brain Smokin strains off some strange grain that I cant explain Fuck the fame, fuck these fuckin lames, thats why I isolate Cant relate to none of you motherfuckers Keep me in my grave, hold up, wait Duckin in the shade, shooting up the H Stuck at Hells gates with Yung Plague And Im draped in grey
How the fuck you figure I aint a motherfucking pimp When all these niggas be jocking me? How the fuck you figure I aint a motherfucking pimp When all these niggas be jocking me? How the fuck you figure I aint a motherfucking pimp When all these niggas be jocking me? How the fuck you figure I aint a motherfucking pimp When all these niggas be jocking me? How the fuck you figure I aint a motherfucking pimp When all these niggas be jocking me? How the fuck you figure I aint a motherfucking pimp When all these niggas be jocking me? Fannin the flames to the third degree What you heard? 59 grey as concrete Slammin a fuckboys face on the curb Now he see what I mean when I say I beat the pussy Bitch, I got a fucking pentagram displayed on my hoodie Spit 666, crammin the gar with some good weed Light up the blunt Im a misfit split between resisting existence and what I could be Oddy Nuff been up for centuries, probably should sleep All part of Gods plan Got a heap of sheep that I slaughtered on my land, uh Three shovels in the dirt, six unmarked graves result of the blade Got a noose round my neck as I rest in the shade as I fade away The devil is pullin my leg, uh How the fuck you figure I aint a motherfucking pimp When all these niggas be jocking me? How the fuck you figure I aint a motherfucking pimp When all these niggas be jocking me? How the fuck you figure I aint a motherfucking pimp When all these niggas be jocking me? How the fuck you figure I aint a motherfucking pimp When all these niggas be jocking me? crawlin up in the streets, I lay my head in ditches rollin a swisher sweet with codeine in the kitchen never gone fuck with me, my levels too exquisite just a snitch, I know you pillow-talk with bitches love to creep the night with murder in my sight love to ease the knife inside a pussys life just a psycho with a fucked up life Cock that bitch one time, and then I take my fucking life How the fuck you figure I aint a motherfucking pimp When all these niggas be jocking me? How the fuck you figure I aint a motherfucking pimp When all these niggas be jocking me? How the fuck you figure I aint a motherfucking pimp When all these niggas be jocking me? How the fuck you figure I aint a motherfucking pimp When all these niggas be jocking me? I need a bitch to worship the devil with me Talk to my demons and bring murder sprees Creep through the dark As we howl to the moon Ending my life and the souls I consume Codeine in my cup Twisting it up Fucking a devilish slut Slits to my wrist and Im ending my life Cocking my gat and Im ending it twice Dancing in a pentagram Thinking bout my evil ways Listen to the mind of a psycho mane 2-11, 187, break yoself or go to heaven I don’t give a fuck cause it’s all the same Blood running down my face Murder was the case Slick motherfucker leaving no trace Quiet, Nimble, 6 is the symbol Welcome to the place where the wicked ones stay How the fuck you figure I aint a motherfucking pimp when all these niggas be jocking me? How the fuck you figure I aint a motherfucking pimp when all these niggas be jocking me?
This that lo-fi, $uicide Dreams of when I die Blood red tears when I cry Manic depression in my eyes Player from the 80s Crack cocaine done raised me Lucifer done saved me Satans son in a Mercedes $uicide for life Until I rot and decay Im hearing kill em all With every word that I say This my inauguration day to come up out of my grave Resurrected by the demon, Antoine De Moné But, lets get deeper Got some bitches and a beeper Soul seeker, Im the fucking devils Aaron Neville I got a soul to sell so its settled Last week I sold my soul for a fucking bezel Crucify me– Crucify me wearing Tommy All black with the goons behind me Lurking, searching for that blood to spill Pop them pills and sip that barre Gut that blunt and light that gar, Im smoking till the death Pop them bars and fuck that broad, Im searching for whats next Put me in a fucking Polo bodybag Dont be jealous everybody wanting what Oddy have Shotty blast Put that Tommy back and grab the Gucci Uzi spraying through me No, my life aint like no mother fucking movie Yeah, its more like a confession tape Tape her confession, take off her dress and watch her fucking faint Pretty girl sacrifice Ugly hoe in the back on ice Lit a match cause the gas was asking twice Slash and slice Im passing lice Snatching ice and casting dice Luck of the draw Stuffing with straw until I choke and I clog Yeah Im cuffing myself bitch to Lucifers claw Suit and a saw Killing yourself is just business Please dont take it personal In my hell its snowing, bitch Im watching winter fall Crucify me wearing Tommy All black with the goons behind me Lurking, searching for that blood to spill Pop them pills and sip that barre Gut that blunt and light that gar, Im smoking till the death Pop them bars and fuck that broad, Im searching for whats next Crucify me wearing Tommy All black with the goons behind me Lurking, searching for that blood to spill Pop them pills and sip that barre Gut that blunt and light that gar, Im smoking till the death Pop them bars and fuck that broad, Im searching for whats next Crucify me wearing Tommy All black with the goons behind me Lurking, searching for that blood to spill Pop them pills and sip that barre Gut that blunt and light that gar, Im smoking till the death Pop them bars and fuck that broad, Im searching for whats next
Terrifying and terrible, ha-ha-ha-ha! I got this nine on my side every time the wheels slide Crucified with the mind of a parking lot God Cruising by with the shine on my teeth and on my wrist I try to run, try to hide, but I cant escape the grip Grabbin the ratchet then go Casper, disappear into the night I got wings but I cant fly, just broken bones thats from my spine Broken phones, ghosts on my line Home alone, ghosts in my mind Blow my dome, its $uicide Down below where I reside Send em in the fucking flames, got a tank full of propane No name on my grave, gold chain collectin dust I aint tryna shine, Im tryna light this fuckin blunt Hoes saying, Let me puff—bitch, get the fuck up off of my dick Go holler at $lick, hell tell you the same I aint got time for a bitch, I be that dead pimp Broke, hit a lick, ho Sinkin like a lead blimp Goat bled, sins shed Chokin, Ima overdose, Im hoping I dont get sick
Ive got these vices that keep me locked up inside a craze Nothing suffices, Im always hopin for rainy days This day and age, medicatings my way to meditate Pre-meditate, then I kill the bitch on the second date Welcome to hell what I scream as I rise and levitate If I had the chance to die, I would not hesitate Im with the robbers, grippin choppers to kill a fucking copper When Im on suboxone, Im toxic, don’t give a fuck who watching Im rotten inside a box, lil woadie, you gon recognize Lucifer on my block, and Satans gonna ride tonight $carecrow would you please, oh please, just give me a wish? Cut my wrist and fuck my bitch, and then take me in the abyss Hot boy from the 7th Ward Ready to burn it all! Hot boy with them devil horns Making them angels fall! Hot boy pounding heavens door Breakin down all the walls! Hot boy here to settle scores, making my enemies crawl Yung Plague, bitch, I got a thousand ways to make you pay Fucked your bitch, I stole your whip and drove it in the fuckin lake You a simp, swing and miss, Im a wave, slit your wrists Ill tell the reaper, got another one for you to come and take, ayy Black in my eyes, got the black in my lungs Grey in my mind, as the black fungus grows on the back of my tongue Swallow a soul, now Im back in the trunk with the blast from the pump Back from the dead, but Im black from the sun
Welcome to my carnival! Aiming for your face, letting you hoes know the score Aiming for your face, aiming for your face Aiming for your face, letting you hoes know the score Aiming for your face, letting you hoes know the score Aiming for your face, letting you hoes know the score Aiming for your face, aiming for your face Ate some pain pills and neurontin Gone, Im off my rocker Aimin for your face, and cock it Shoot em like Klay Thompson Call up Ghoste to ride, done toured the countryside Done died a couple times, couple lowkey homicides Bitch, Ill burn your Bible Look into my rifle, what makes you think I like you? Spark this blunt, and then ignite you Couple lighters on my dresser, yessir Pussy tighter than a rolling presser Bitch, you guessed it, but aint no O-G-G When Im shootin, its them demons thats controlling me, ho Aiming for your face, letting you hoes know the score Aiming for your face, aiming for your face Aiming for your face, letting you hoes know the score Aiming for your face, letting you hoes know the score Aiming for your face, letting you hoes know the score Aiming for your face, aiming for your face You see a nigga like I been bout that homicide What you thought, I let shit go? What you thought, I let you slide? Bitch, Im aiming for you face if Im slidin with that 9 Fully creepin up behind, Imma see you eye to eye Even dream of trying me, better wake up and apologize Aint no pussy in my blood, aint no hoe in my eye What you thought, I was a joke? But I aint that type of guy Memphis turned me cutthroat, made me unafraid to die So ya better watch your mouth, fore I hop up out this ride Cause when I hop up out the ride Prejudice aside, cock that iron, then Im— Aiming for your face, letting you hoes know the score Aiming for your face, aiming for your face Aiming for your face, letting you hoes know the score Aiming for your face, letting you hoes know the score Aiming for your face, letting you hoes know the score Aiming for your face, aiming for your face If the devil wore leopard print, I bet youd call him Oddy Nuff Body stuffed in the trunk, now let me go ahead and light this blunt Smoking murder, murder, murder Fucked your bitch, you dont deserve her Fucked her twice, and then I curbed her I want to die, it aint unheard of Put the pistol in my mouth, blew my brains out Bitch, Im aimin for the fucking grey clouds Aint no halo From the cradle till the grave, Ive been able to kill these boys Smoke my blunts and sip some maple G59, it aint a label, its a way of life By way of life, I mean its just a way to die Aiming for your face, letting you hoes know the score Aiming for your face, letting you hoes know the score Aiming for your face, letting you hoes know the score Aiming for your face, aiming for your face
We gonna get that god doesnt exist The regin of blood, the one who has fallen Here I go Me and Tenshi Doom Creeping through the tombs Eating shrooms that we picked off of your grave Dead fuck boys, yeah that shit comes in waves Could give a fuck about how you were raised Desert reflector resurrector sipping a cup full of flames My brain is like paint spilling out of a frame They want to play games Calling 911 on the 59, son Staring at a tie-dye sun Slide to the right now a six-foot jump Have fun No time to run The gun was itching so I tried to oblige Now my head has no front Dig your body up and then put it in my trunk Drive out the lakefront Throw your body into the waves As I watch you float away I will light up my blunt I live in a world of illusion Confusing when aimlessly shooting Couple slim bitches Im spooning That scarecrow you see moving Im gripping the ax with a pipe full of wax Couple Xanax, gone throw them back Fuck all the fame, bitch Im lucifers sequel They asking me why, why the fuck I hate people They haters, they boring Wondering why I ignore them But get a little bit of shine and in a little bit of time Every mother fucker gonna be waiting in line For a chance to take you down Fuck all yall clowns Hop off the dick of the $uicide clique Triple six, its fuck your god!
Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking budda bless Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking budda bless Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking budda bless Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking budda bless Uzi be rolling the blunt up with the motherfucking stanky sess Put that pistol to my chest— Bud smoke is like a killer Im gone up off that ganja, like fuck your drama Indo blunts all on my fingers I got that Nina, North Korea if I see you Chief the reefer, jeepers creepers Im the reaper up off that sack I got that pack, that indo blow, the china snow Aint got no hope, pass me a rope, and slit my throat Bitch, Im the devil, welcome to Hades Maybe Im crazy? Always blazing Always sipping, codeine addicted Come meet the Millers, aint got no filter, the shapeshifter, its— Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking budda bless Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking budda bless Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking budda bless Fucking Oddy got a lil fucking Versace Rolling the dope, and Im blowing the smoke Yeah, it got me feeling kind of disembodied This bitch is actin sloppy No, this shit dont fuckin shock me anymore Poured the hoe, and four for the low Told her I wanted to get blown, so she sucked my dick But I was talking bout the blunt I had already lit, stupid ass bitch Getting blown while Im getting blown, I cant complain Eyes redder than the cherry in my fuckin name Smoked Out, Loced Out Choked out in the grow house till my brain is stained Burnin Buddha flesh Whats left of the sess gets left for the next sesh Smokin to my death, no breath in my chest Just leftover smoke seeping out of my vest Fuck the government, come and catch me, the blunt is lit Fuck jail, bitch, shoot me now, bitch I want to be surrounded by clouds and the fiery flames to lighten the pounds, bitch Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking budda bless Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking budda bless Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking budda bless I stay smoking heavy green I stay with that sack on me These hoes steady jockin me Dirty money Keep a lot on me Bitch, I didnt win no lottery But niggas know I keep a lot of tree Professional with the pottery Got bad hipster hoes rolling up for me Swear they cant get enough of me Watching Netflix while we smoke a G Thats how the pimps do still got hoes on D Hitting my bong, I pull on her thong Stay with the grass just like a front yard Tipping the lean, I mix it with bars Yellow Xanax, that look just like Bart Kush in my wood It smell like some fart Shoutout my hood Its close to my heart Fucking with me Ill rip out your heart Creep in the dark G from the start Smoking in public just watch for the cops They know I got grams all up in my sock They all on my cock Headed to the top Wont ever stop, bitch Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking budda bless Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking budda bless Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking budda bless
Wicked ways Wicked ways Wicked ways Wicked ways, wicked ways, my thoughts are schizophrenic Wic-wicked ways, wicked ways Wicked ways Wicked ways Wicked ways, wicked ways, my thoughts are schizophrenic Wicked ways Wicked ways, wicked ways, my thoughts are schizophrenic 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 Its that West Bank killer walkin round 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 wheres your god when youre trying to get saved Tell me wheres your god when your bodys full of pain Tell me wheres your god when your bodys full of pain?! Im gripping and whipping the pistol The mission to make the blood trickle The sickle the cell, Im just so fucking sickenin Im sorry my ways are just so fucking wicked Im gripping and whipping the pistol The mission to make the blood trickle The sickle the cell, Im just so fucking sickening Im sorry my ways are just so fucking wicked Wicked ways Wicked ways Wicked ways, my thoughts are schizophrenic Wicked ways Wicked ways Wicked ways, my thoughts are schizophrenic Black out the sun turning day into night Bitch Yung Plague got a blade in one hand its a scythe 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 In the graveyard Tombs got my trademark Sky stays dark, and the moon brings out my decayed bark In the graveyard Tombs got my trademark Sky stays dark, and the moon brings out my decayed bark In the graveyard Tombs got my trademark Sky stays dark, and the moon brings out my decayed bark
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Dataset Card for "huggingartists/yung-plague"

Dataset Summary

The Lyrics dataset parsed from Genius. This dataset is designed to generate lyrics with HuggingArtists. Model is available here.

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Languages

en

How to use

How to load this dataset directly with the datasets library:

from datasets import load_dataset

dataset = load_dataset("huggingartists/yung-plague")

Dataset Structure

An example of 'train' looks as follows.

This example was too long and was cropped:

{
    "text": "Look, I was gonna go easy on you\nNot to hurt your feelings\nBut I'm only going to get this one chance\nSomething's wrong, I can feel it..."
}

Data Fields

The data fields are the same among all splits.

  • text: a string feature.

Data Splits

train validation test
38 - -

'Train' can be easily divided into 'train' & 'validation' & 'test' with few lines of code:

from datasets import load_dataset, Dataset, DatasetDict
import numpy as np

datasets = load_dataset("huggingartists/yung-plague")

train_percentage = 0.9
validation_percentage = 0.07
test_percentage = 0.03

train, validation, test = np.split(datasets['train']['text'], [int(len(datasets['train']['text'])*train_percentage), int(len(datasets['train']['text'])*(train_percentage + validation_percentage))])

datasets = DatasetDict(
    {
        'train': Dataset.from_dict({'text': list(train)}),
        'validation': Dataset.from_dict({'text': list(validation)}),
        'test': Dataset.from_dict({'text': list(test)})
    }
)

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Source Data

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Citation Information

@InProceedings{huggingartists,
    author={Aleksey Korshuk}
    year=2021
}

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