$uicideBoy$ — Grey Boys

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[Trap Hou$e $crim:]
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
It’s that West Bank killer walking around 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 where’s your God when your trying to get saved
Tell me where’s your God when your body’s full of pain
Tell mw where’s your God when your body’s full of pain?!

I’m gripping and whipping the pistol
The mission to make the blood trickle
The sickle the cell, I’m just so fucking sickening
I’m sorry my ways are just so fucking wicked

I’m gripping and whipping the pistol
The mission to make the blood trickle
The sickle the cell, I’m just so fucking sickening
I’m sorry my ways are just so fucking wicked

[Yung Plague:]
Black out the sun turning day into night
Bitch Yung Plague got a blade in one hand it’s a knife
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
Meet me in the graveyard
Tombs got my trademark
Sky stays dark, and the moon brings out my decayed bark

Meet me in the graveyard
Tombs got my trademark
Sky stays dark, and the moon brings out my decayed bark
Meet me in the graveyard
Tombs got my trademark
Sky stays dark, and the moon brings out my decayed bark