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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Denzel Curry
Denzel Curry
Vocals
Ruby Da Cherry
Ruby Da Cherry
Vocals
Scrim
Scrim
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Songwriter
Aristos Petrou
Aristos Petrou
Songwriter
Denzel Curry
Denzel Curry
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Budd Dwyer
Budd Dwyer
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Bitch, I'm Yung Plague with the AK, steady sinnin'
Fuck life and everything that fucking comes with it
Put the barrel in my mouth, blow my fucking brains out
I don't give a fuck about anything, now I'm finished
Never killed a motherfucker, but that's 'bout to fucking change
Throw my ass in jail and just let me fucking decay
The world is fucking gray, I grip the fucking blade
And carve a line across my neck and now I'm fucking saved
[Verse 2]
Bitch, I pull up in that motherfucking donk
Florida to N.O., we down to catch a homi'
Bipolar, switchin', twitchin', now I'm Tony with the Tommy
Demonic logic, I might vomit from poppin' narcotics
Biologic product of a savage, my mama's psychotic
Here to abolish, killin' trees with a touch of my finger
My shadows linger, the Crypt Keeper, it's scarecrow, the Reaper
Burnin' infernos, I'm eternal, these fuckboys just verbal
G.R.E.Y., hear the war cry of thousands that's burnin'
[Verse 3]
My tea is black, hell is dark, and so is my heart
But it's switchin' like the **** with the Yu-Gi-Oh! cards
Against all odds, eyes on another when you go against God
The ultimate is watchin', so I guess I'm in charge
And if you think that you're hard then I'ma act retarded
Why you ride bikes? Better off in a car, bitch
I'm off it, stop, then I'm back in my starship
The ultimate Martian in the hood with a hood is lookin' like hobgoblin
Steady mobbin', push it to the limit, now you talk about rough, bitch
Know a couple **** that can afford the apartments
They're from black lands so I bet they are heartless
Shots in the dark, I'm an excellent marksman
Chop a chopper down, come around like karma
That's why a **** vibe when a **** want drama
I wish a **** would like Cosmo and Wanda
No, Timmy got a long, black jimmy
Smokin' on that sensimilly, gotta focus on the Philly
And I still tote the semi when I'm runnin' through the city
Like a motherfuckin' renegade
Reminiscin' 'bout the brothers from my old days
All back, bring it back to my old ways
Closed case, peel a **** like a young K, my ****
[Verse 4]
Drownin' in my thoughts around and sounds all kill me endlessly
Feelin' all my days are numbered, count until the end of me
Angel wings broken but I'll never let the Devil creep
ULT for life and I'ma rap until the end of me
Drowning in my thoughts around and sounds all kill me endlessly
Feelin' all my days are numbered, count until the end of me
Angel wings broken but I'll never let the Devil creep
Ultimately suicidal, that means I can never sleep
Written by: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arcenaux, Scott Arceneaux Jr.
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