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$uicider - $uicideboy$ lyrics

hunnid spokes on the f-cking he-rs-
b-tch i’m cursed
riding around with a can full of gas and a match and a mask

then we stop at the church
lighting the front of the blunt now i’m burnt
got that work in my trunk
yeah, that’s that b-mp that you heard
that p-ssy boy purred when i popped him in the head
got blood on my shirt
yung plague is the worst
pulling up on a curb
and then sn-tch me a purse
and the b-tch carrying it
when she ever gonna learn?
b-tch i’m trying to swerve
something like i got no limbs
flowing with the dirt
middle finger up
f-ck the hurt

shut the f-ck up, b-tch
let me blow down on this indo
it’s that scarecrow riding solo
blood dripping down my polo
it’s that dynamite tossing
sleep up in a coffin
jeffery dahmer with alzheimer’s
zombies marching right behind us
creeping, creeping with the hatchet
all my hoes is ratchet
smoking blunts but ain’t no p-ssing
smoking bowls but ain’t no packing
middle finger macking, dead bodies keep on stacking
hickory, d-ckory, dock
pulling out my glock
pull the triggers, bodies drop
like “pop, pop, pop, pop!”

- uicideboy lyrics

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