(You ask 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, $uicideboy)

When I die, auction off all my body parts

Let's see what Oddy costs

Under my skull the shotty′s cross

Got all these opps on my dick like it's made of metal

Making so much money it's like my boss is the devil

She loves me, she loves me not, I done 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 the world grey, y'all get back to coloring (Slickity-)

Slickity Sloth, thug Bach

Shoot up the mass, it will B minor

Jabbing my arm, no Pfizer

Dick cuffed like it come with priors

Liars

All around me talking hugs and love

Attaching kisses that come with wishes for death so they can touch my trust

Fuck

That′s some hard motherfucking truth

Still contemplating $uicide

Just upgraded a couple coupes

Morally bankrupt

Call a skank up

To pretend she love me

(But I do love you!)

Hoe, don't talk while you fucking sucking

(Uh, should we-, I-, that was a little short, bruh)

(Well, fuck bro)

(Can we-, can we-)

(I just did eight bars ′cause I thought you said all you had to say)

(I got more shit to say, bro, like)

(Well, I mean-)

(What? Tell me) (they saying you lost touch)

Who the fuck said Ruby done lost his touch?

Blame my success on lots of luck

But lots of luck didn't get your bitch unfucked

Blame my absence on the fact that my dick got stuck

Call me Evergreen, your bitch never seemed like she lost touch

Begging me she wants her jaw fucked

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 a GLE wagon, fucked up, I might crash

Just thoughts and feelings from the half of me that is white trash

Bitch, I cheated death

Ain't a thing that I can't do

Manipulation shorty, I could sell ice to Nanook

I could sell ice to the jeweler

I could 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 talking Freud

I rolled my eyes then fired the bitch

Why would I quit?

My drug of choice is overdosing, duh

My dick got no limits, I′m Master P pimping

And making them bitches say, "Ughh!"

(You would be horrified at the sight of us)

Rain, rain

Go away!

200 on the dash, watch me hydroplane

Gang, gang

Gang's all grey!

From New Orleans to Ottawa

From Atlanta to the Bay