THE_EVIL_THAT_MEN_DO

(You ask me to help you?)
(How can I when you've kidnapped and stolen?)
(For all I know, even murdered)
(By nightfall, we will have left your earth)
(You will not see us until it is time)
(Time for what?)
($uicideboy, $uicideboy)

When I die, auction off all my body parts
Let's see what Oddy costs
Under my skull the shotty's cross
Got all these opps on my - like it's made of metal
Making so much money, it's like my boss is the devil
She loves me, she loves me not, I ran out of petals
Littered the ground with rose bits, I'll grip this thorny stem forever
A portrait of my pain, an homage to my suffering
Same tale I been uncovering
I'm staining the world grey, y'all get back to coloring (Slickity-)

Slickity Sloth, thug Bach
Shoot up the mass, it will B minor
Jabbing my arm, no Pfizer
Cuffed like it come with priors
Liars, all around me talking hugs and love
Attaching kisses that come with wishes for death so they can touch my trust

That's some hard - truth
Still contemplating $uicide
Just upgraded a couple coupes
Morally bankrupt
Call a s- up
To pretend she love me
(But I do love you!)
Don't talk while you f-

(Uh, should we-, I-, that was a little short, bruh)
(Well, - bro)
(Can we-, can we-)
(I just did eight bars 'cause I thought you said all you had to say)
(I got more - to say, bro, like)
(Well, I mean-)
(What? Tell me) (they saying you lost touch)

Who the f- said Ruby done lost his touch?
Blame my success on lots of luck
But lots of luck didn't get your - un-
Blame my absence on the fact that my - got stuck
Call me Evergreen, your - never seemed like she lost touch
Begging me she wants her jaw -
Withdraw from - before I withdraw my cash
Use her tongue to collect ash, for the stash I guess I'll smash
Pull off in a GLE wagon, - up, I might crash
Just thoughts and feelings from the half of me that is white trash

I cheated death
Ain't a thing that I can't do
Manipulation shawty, 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 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 -
Why would I quit?
My drug of choice is overdosing, duh
My - got no limits, I'm Master P pimping
And making them - say "ughhh!"

(You would be horrified at the sight of us)
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