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 dick 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 done 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 Dick 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 Fuck That's some hard motherfucking truth Still contemplating $uicide 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 (Uh, should we-, I-, that was a little short, bruh) (Well, fuck bro) (Can we-, can we-) (I just did eight bars 'cause I thought you said all you had to say) (I got more shit to say, bro, like) (Well, I mean-) (What? Tell me) (they saying you lost touch) Who the fuck said Ruby done lost his touch? Blame my success on lots of luck But lots of luck didn't get your bitch unfucked Blame my absence on the fact that my dick got stuck Call me Evergreen, your bitch 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 I'll 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 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 shooter Make my life insurance shoot up Wet screwed 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, duh My dick got no limits, I'm Master P pimping And making them bitches say, "Ughh!" (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