$uicideboy$ - THE EVIL THAT MEN DO lyrics
[$uicideboy$ - THE EVIL THAT MEN DO lyrics]
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?
$uicideboy, bitch ($uicideboy, bitch)
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
Makin' 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 bit's
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
Jabbin' my arm, no Pfizer
Dick cuffed like it cum with priors
Liars all around me talkin' hugs and love
Attaching kisses that come with
Wishes for death
So they can touch my trust
Fuck, that's some hard motherfuckin' 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 fuckin' suckin'
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
Yeah, I got more shit to say, bro, like
Well, I mean
What? Tell me
They sayin' you lost touch
Who the fuck say Ruby done lost his touch?
Blame my success on lots of luck
But lots of luck didn't
Get your bitch un-fucked
Blame my absence on the fact
That my dick got stuck
Call me evergreen
Your bitch never seemed like she lost touch
Beggin' 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 the 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 nothin' that I can't do
Manipulation shawty
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, 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 limit's
I'm Master P pimpin'
And makin' them bitches say "ugh"
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
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 costs, under my skull
The 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 done ran out of petals
Littered the ground with rose bit's
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
Jabbin' my arm, no Pfizer
Dick cuffed like it cum with priors
Liars all around me talkin' hugs and love
Attaching kisses that come with
Wishes for death
So they can touch my trust
Fuck, that's some hard motherfuckin' 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 fuckin' suckin'
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
Yeah, I got more shit to say, bro, like
Well, I mean
What? Tell me
They sayin' you lost touch
Who the fuck say Ruby done lost his touch?
Blame my success on lots of luck
But lots of luck didn't
Get your bitch un-fucked
Blame my absence on the fact
That my dick got stuck
Call me evergreen
Your bitch never seemed like she lost touch
Beggin' 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 the 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 nothin' that I can't do
Manipulation shawty
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, 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 limit's
I'm Master P pimpin'
And makin' them bitches say "ugh"
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