THE_EVIL_THAT_MEN_DO by $UICIDEBOY$
LYRICS- [VERSE I: RUBY DA ARCHANGEL] when i die auction off all my body parts lets see what oddy costs under my skull the shotty's cross got all these opps on my dick like it's made of metal making so much money it's like my boss is the devil she loved me she loves not i done ran out of petals littered the ground with rose bits ill grip this thorny stem forever a portrait of my pain an homage to my suffering same tale i been uncovering im staining the whole world grey yall get back to coloring in this mental prison im locked up like a pitbulls jaw [VERSE II: HALF CIG] Slickity slickity sloth Thug Bach Shoot up the mass It will B minor Jabbing my arm no Pfizer Dick cuffed like it cum with priors Liars, All around me talking hugs and love Attaching kisses that come with wishes for death so they can touch my trust Fuck That’s some hard mother fucking truth Still contemplating suicide Just upgraded a couple coupes Morally bankrupt Call a skank up To pretend she love me “But I do love you” hoe don’t talk while you fucking sucking [RUBY DA ARCHANGEL]: uhhhh should we? i... that was a lil short bruh [HALF CIG] well fuck, bro [RUBY DA ARCHANGEL]: can we? [HALF CIG]: i just did 8 bars cuz i thought you said all you had to say [RUBY DA ARCHANGEL]: i got- i got more shit to say, broke like... [HALF CIG]: well i mean... [RUBY DA ARCHANGEL]: what? tell me [HALF CIG]: they saying you lost touch... [VERSE III: RUBY DA ARCHANGEL] who the fuck said ruby done lost his touch? blame my success on lots of luck but lots of luck didnt get your bitch unfucked blame my absense on the fact that my dick got stuck call me evergreen your bitched never seemed like she lost touch begging me she wants her jaw fucked withdraw from dope before i withdraw my cash use her tongue to collect ash for the stash i guess ill smash pull off in a gle wagon fucked up i might crash just thoughts and feelings from the half of me that is white trash [VERSE IV: HALF CIG] Bitch I cheated death Ain’t a thing that I can’t do Manipulation shorty I could sell ice to Nanook I could sell ice to the jeweler I could sell Christ like I’m Judas Self righteous type of a shooter Make my life insurance shoot up Wet screwed up Product of my environment My therapist was talking Freud I rolled my eyes Then fired the bitch Why would I quit? My drug of choice is overdosing duhhh My dick got no limits I’m master p pimping And making them bitches say ughhhhh [OUTRO: RUBY DA ARCHANGEL & HALF CIG] rain, rain go away 200 on the dash watch me hydroplane gang, gang gang’s all grey from new orleans to ottawa from atlanta to the bay
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