Suicideboys - THE_EVIL_THAT_MEN_DO Lyrics

You asked 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?
$uicideboy, bitch ($uicideboy, bitch)

When I die, auction off all my body parts
Let's see what Oddy cost, under my skull to shotty's cross
Got all these opps on my dick, like it's made of metal
Makin' so much money, it's like my boss is the devil
She loves me, she loves me not, I 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 your world grey
Y'all get back to coloring

Sickity-sickity south thug Bach
Shoot up the mass, it will be minor
Jabbin' my arm, no Pfizer, dick cuffed like it come with priors
Liars all around me talkin', hugs and love
Attaching kisses that comes with wishes for death
So they can touch my trust
F*ck, that's some hard motherf*ckin' truth
Still contemplatin' suicide, just upgraded a couple coupes
Morally bankrupt, call the skank up to pretend she love me
(But I do love you)
Ho, don't talk while you f*cking sucking

Uh, should we, I-, that was a little short, bruh
Well, f*ck, bro
Can we, can we
I just did eight bars 'cause I thought you said all you had to say
Yeah, I got more shit to say, bro, like
Well, I mean
What? Tell me
They sayin' you lost touch

Who the f*ck say Ruby done lost his touch?
Blame my success on lots of luck
But lots of luck ain't gonna get your bitch un-f*cked
Blame my absence on the fact that my dick got stuck
Call me Evergreen, your bitch never seem like she lost touch
Beggin' me, she wants her jaw f*cked
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 the Glee-Wagon, f*cked up, I might crash
Just thoughts and feelings from the half of me that is white-trash

Bitch, I cheated death, ain't nothin' that I can't do
Manipulation shawty, I can sell ice to Nanook
I can sell ice to the jeweler, I can 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 talkin' Freud
I rolled my eyes, then fired the bitch
Why would I quit?
My drug of choice is overdosin', duh
My dick got no limits
I'm Master P pimpin' and makin' the bitches say, "Uh"

You would be horrified at the sight of us
Rain, rain, go away, two-hundred on the dash, watch me hydroplane
Gang, gang, gang's all grey from New Orleans to Ottawa
From Atlanta to the Bay