$uicider - $uicideboy$

Hunnid spokes on the fucking hearse

Bitch 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 bump that you heard

That pussy 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 snatch me a purse

And the bitch carrying it

When she ever gonna learn?

Bitch I’m trying to swerve

Something like I got no limbs

Flowing with the dirt

Middle finger up

Fuck the herd

Shut the fuck up, bitch

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

Jeffrey 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 passing

Smoking bowls but ain’t no packing

Middle finger macking, dead bodies keep on stacking

Hickory, Dickory, Dock

Pulling out my Glock

Pull the triggers, bodies drop

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