Suicide Bay lyrics

[Intro: $crim]
Sui- Sui-

[Verse 1: $crim]
They said we wasn't sh*t, Now they all want to die
Sold souls grow cold with the devil on my side
Sippin' 4's, swervin' slow with them 20's on my ride
pus*y strong because I glo, but all them ho's they get denied
'Nother b*tch, 'nother day with another blunt smoked
Hit the switches on the lake, on my mirror is a rope
Suicide 'til we ashes, fifty nine grey bast*rds
After that just take my urn and f*cking dump it on the pastor

[Bridge: 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 seventh, ain't no heaven
In my destination, engine revvin', aimin' for the lake and bettin' on how long it takes for me to sink below, I go so low, so low
Ain't got no ho, 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 rigor mortis
Settlin', I'm settlin' down underneath the ground, Inside the grave that $lick keep digging, yeah, he never finished because death is eternal, b*tch, I'm Infernal, Internally determined to murder myself

[Verse 3: Mitchell Bay]
With the pain that I've engraved all up in my subconscious
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 sh*t that you constructed, so the f*ck down
Is where you can sit, ridin' r-round with suicide
In the N.O. on that Voodoo tip
When I blow up, when I blow u-up
Gonna cop a necklace that doubles as a belt 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, that this is not a final memo
When I spilled the apple juice in the hall
Feeding what's eatin' 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, Based God" on a song with $UICIDEBOY$
Oh, my lord, feelin' evil, lucid, I might peel 'em like I'm-
Like I'm Luca Magnotta rockin' Rothco with my papa Derek Deano, bumpin' Clams Casino, yeah, wrestle 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 lil' rowdy motherf*cker off the street
I'm always spittin' one too many