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TESTO - $UICIDEBOY$ - FUCK the Industry

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TESTO - $UICIDEBOY$ - FUCK the Industry




Back from the dead like I'm Jesus (ayy)

Skip to the next track if you think that we are facetious (let's get it)

Ruby da Cherry ripe for the season

$uicideboy$, yeah, we still breathin' (ahh!)






I'm the black sheep of this music industry shit (yah)

Used to be a flock of us, but now the flocks depletin'

7th Ward Charizard, I melt the ice you claim is freezin'

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Cause I was born in April, I'm the shiny diamond heathen

Y'all fuckboys who claimed they push keys, all deleted

Them fuckboys who claimed they got swag

All competing for the same Gucci sweater

That I been had the receipt, bitch

I'm the fucking wave

Y'all just stuck in a bed, in a room, on a cruise

Throwin' up 'cause you seasick

While your bitch is cheating on you, I'm the one who beatin'

I'm just sayin', y'all think that I'm playin', but I ain't got a reason to

98' Benz coupe looking like Pikachu

99' Benz coupe looking like Beetlejuice

Whatever

Who gives a fuck? I still feel like a teen recluse

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Bout to give these needles use

Numb me up, uh

Numb me up, yah

Numb me up, ayy

Numb me up, yah

Numb me up, ayy

Numb me up, yah

Numb me up, yeah (uh)






"We're just gonna wait here for a little while until things quiet down, if you don't mind?"






Hear no evil (evil)

See no evil (evil)

Speak no evil (right)

Find myself speaking to ghosts a bit more often now

Devil's die too, Lucifer bound for the ground (pussy)

Get some money, watch how many hands come reachin' out

(Shut up—what?)

Lit up my cigarette, another accident

Fuck anybody that thinks I'm a saint

Fuck anybody that want me to change (what?)

No one changes ever, that's why my Glock's on the dresser

And if I'm keepin' it real, I'm never-ever lacking (try me)

Motherfuckers know $lick ain't never-ever slackin' (try me)

Whether the shotgun, or the 9 millimeter

They be knowin' $crimmy keeping the heater

Nonetheless, got my people up my ass

Worried I'mma blow my brains on the glass ($ui–)

I smoke a cigarette and laugh, kettles calling pots black (ha-ha-ha!)

But sometimes I get violent, silent (shh)

The fuck I'm supposed to do when Cut Throat always the problem?

That's why Cut Throat cuts throats with the sharp blade, though

Got my Faygo on Easter

Signed Germ, said, "ball like the Lakers"

DN$ 3, pipe up, what it be

They know they scared of it

$uicide dead boys, keep a tribe with me

G*59, don't give a fuck, boy

I don't give a fuck, boy (what?)

Don't give a fuck, boy (yeah)

Hear no evil

See no evil

Speak no evil (right)

Hear no evil

See no evil

Speak no evil (yeah)

Hear no evil

Speak no evil

See no evil, bitch






"We're gathered here today to remember the lives of Ruby and $crim, also known to many as the $UICIDEBOY$. What they gave to this world while they were here, was unexplainable. You know, we're all here, maybe— Well, today we can share some memories, walk around, my name is Ricky Kekney. Hey, I'm Ricky, if you don't know me you can come up to me, don't feel uncomfortable. I, I know... I know I give off a stand-offish vibe, I— don't feel uncomfortable. We'll talk, come up to me, we'll talk about the boys, we'll celebrate today. Today is about celebrating the lives of two legends. Before we start sharing stories, I would like everybody to bow their head for ten seconds, in remembrance..."

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