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Listen to KILL YOURSELF Part X: The Resurrection Saga by $uicideboy$
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Credits

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

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna run?
Where you gonna hide?
Nowhere, cause there's no one like you left
That's right
[Verse 2]
Glocks poppin', bustas droppin', **** duckin' from this shit
Glocks poppin', bustas droppin', Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks
Glocks poppin', bustas droppin', **** duckin' from this shit
Glocks poppin', bustas droppin', **** duckin' from this shit
Glocks poppin', bustas droppin', **** duckin' from this shit
Glocks poppin', bustas droppin', Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks
Glocks poppin', bustas droppin', **** duckin' from this shit
[Verse 3]
Evil spirits takin' over, now they runnin' through my head
Tellin' me grip that fuckin' gun
Tellin' me pop that fuckin' lead
It's a bird, it's a plane, no, it's Satan in the flesh
I'm that dead motherfucker, steady smokin' on that death
Satanic holy ghost, snort that holy dope
Infrared scope with that dot right on your throat
I'm that scarecrow in the corner, welcome to my crucifixion
Graveyard livin', murder itchin', don't be superstitious
Demons got my back, I don't even fight it now
Black magic, voodoo power
Suicide's excitin', now see
[Verse 4]
Glocks poppin', bustas droppin', Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks
Glocks poppin', bustas droppin', **** duckin' from this shit
Glocks poppin', bustas droppin', **** duckin' from this shit
Glocks poppin', bustas droppin', **** duckin' from this shit
Glocks poppin', bustas droppin', Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks
Fuck rap and fuck a rapper
Let's put them all in a fucking hole
[Verse 5]
I'd rather take a nap after I turn a blunt to ash
Creeping cracker on the chronic, feelin' like a velociraptor
Pull pullin' off the patch but I ain't takin' off the fuckin' mask
Heard them gasp, closed they mouth with the fucking gat's blast
Can't rap about a fine dime's ass no more
G 5 9 where the beast's sounds fine
Fuck a feast, I'm fine dyin'
Life gave me lemons but I want a fucking lime
Ain't got the time to die trying
Bitch, I know I'll die alone
Either in a ditch or on a throne
Either way in a pit I'm bein' thrown
Everything is nothin' and I'm fuckin' decomposed
[Verse 6]
Glocks poppin', bustas droppin', **** duckin' from this shit
Glocks poppin', bustas droppin', **** duckin' from this shit
Glocks poppin', bustas droppin', **** duckin' from this shit
Glocks poppin', bustas droppin', Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks
Glocks poppin', bustas droppin', **** duckin' from this shit
Glocks poppin', bustas droppin', **** duckin' from this shit
Glocks poppin', bustas droppin', **** duckin' from this shit
Glocks poppin', bustas droppin', Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks
Written by: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arcenaux, Scott Arceneaux Jr.

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