Suicide Bay Feat. $UICIDEBOY$ (Prod. $UICIDEBOY$)
by MITCHELL BAY
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mixed by @nzabeatz mastered by @gucciwitch art - @sowhatimdead Thank you @g59 LYRICS: Verse 1 (Scrim): They said we wasn't shit, Now they all want to die Sold souls grow cold, With the devil on my side Sippin 4s, swervin' slow, with them 20s on my ride Pussy strong because I GLO, but all them hoes they get denied Nother bitch, nother day, with another blunt smoked Hit the switches on the lake, on my mirror is a rope Suicide til we ashes, fit the Nine Grey bastards After that just take my urn and fucking dump it on the pastor Interlude (Mitchell Bay): I used to be passive, so when I pass please Just grab a wrap and, roll me up and smoke me I'm talking bout' my ashes, Yeah just let me go off..... Verse 2 (Ruby Da Cherry): I'm from the Se7en, aint no heaven, in my destination (?) your breath and aiming for the lake I'm betting on how long it takes for me to sink below I go so low, so low, aint got no hoe I know I'm dead Cause when it's cold outside I see no breath I know I'm dead Because my neck is red from rigamortis Settling, I'm settling down underneath the ground, inside the grave I slick keep digging, yeah you never finished because death is eternal Bitch im Infernal, eternally determined To MURDER MYSELF Verse 3 (Mitchell Bay): With the pain that I've engraved all up in my sub conscious From the self doubt among a couple other problems I make my way through the flames Unmasked like Kane, brimstones in my pocket There ain't shit that you constructed So the fuck down is where you can sit Ridin round with suicide In the N.O. on that Voodoo tip When I blow up I'm gonna cop a necklace that's doubles as a belt And when I murder myself Please play reservoir dogs at my celebration of life I don't want a funeral I don't want no crying Tell my mama that I'm sorry This is not her fault Remember when I spilt the apple juice in the hall Feeding what's eating at me I will feast until I starve Behaving self destructive Hip hop cracked my shell up open Unleashed my soul planted a third eye up on my fore Closing out the openings of stores When I go off, when I go off Feelin like Gorilla Zoe mixtape a month I get so lost when I'm in the booth, when I press record I just might say THANK YOU BASEDGOD On a song with $uicideboy$ oh my Lord Feelin evil lucid I might peel em like I'm Luca Magnotta Rockin Rothco with my papa Derek Deano, bumping Clams Casino Wrestling with my demons like Ricky The Dragon Steamboat MitcHy Man Savage Carlito I record on an Apple with a Hawaiian shirt on Rowdy Roddy Piper mixed with a rowdy mothafucka off the street I'm always spittin' one too many