SUICIDEBOYS - I NO LONGER FEAR THE RAZOR GUARDING MY HEEL (II) | Текст песни

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[Verse 1: $lick $loth]
Creeping out the shed
Gun in hand
Time to make a stain
Cock it back and put the lead
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
Till 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 fuckin mirror

[Verse 2: 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 be a nun
That's why I'm holding up this gun
Don't need protection from no one
That's {my escape route}/{why $carecrow} 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" (1995)]
Verbal: The greatest trick the devil ever pulled, was convincing the world he didn't exist

My Closet Is a Graveyard

[Verse 1: Oddy Nuff Da Snow Leopard]
Gravity’s a bitch I’m feeling heavy
Probably from all these pills in my belly
Whipping the Chevy I’m gripping the machete
Palm never sweaty
Bust yo head up open and blood is spilling like a confetti
Bitch I’m ducking low hoping that death is mothafuckin' ready
He been stalking he been watching Cherry
Tried to turn my into jelly
Palm full of plenty pennies
I’m invested in a cheap death
Skin is sweating peeping now my seat wet
As a I leak a weak breath
I’m a Shepard bitch and all my sheep dead

[Verse 2: Yung $carecrow]
Just another nobody
Nobody body filled with oxy
Heron inside the foil
Five bags inside my pocket
Felonies felonies with your bitching eating Lebanese
I can see anything grab a tint and got me bending knees
Depressing I know I show it they love this so now I’m glowing
Pressing the fact that I’m loathing my whole life so I just folded
Heron the drill like Folgers
I’m just growing colder
Looking over my shoulder I know the reapers getting close

CLYDE (I Hope At Least One of My Ex​-​Girlfriends Hears This)

[Verse 1: Yung Plague]
Trying to get on my pimp shit
But I'm stuck on my dirty tip
So I fuck an ugly bitch
All the pretty hoes ditch
Yeah they know it’s no myth
(?)
(?)
Got the last laugh hopefully as long as the last laugh
Grey flags (?)
At last the moment has passed
I got a gash in my thick skull
Throw me in the trash call for a pick up
Death over bitches all because of Crystal
Blood spilling in my motherfucking pimp cup
Used to love the bitch, now she sucking other dicks
So I cut my fucking wrists
Feel like a puddle of piss
$uicide, death of me who gives a fuck
No one

[Verse 2: $crim]
$licky got the motherfucking pedigree
But generally, all my ex- hoes become my enemies
And my next hoes will deal with jealousy
From a couple chickenheads, Tori and Sophie
Couple of them bitches that ain't important
If pussy curving was a sport they'd call me Jordan
With my endorsement remaining dormant
When it come to these bitches that play informant
All the girls that I fuck with got kids or ex-husbands
They junkies or strippers but hey I'm not judging
Don't fuck with a hippy bitch, fuck with a skinny bitch
Fuck with a needy bitch, fuck with a greedy bitch
Nah I can't do that shit
Too much energy, energy spent unsuccessfully
Oh please (would) you let me be one of your memories