$uicideboy$ - 10,000 Degrees lyrics
[$uicideboy$ - 10,000 Degrees lyrics]
Load up my big nine
Now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you bustas slippin'
It's this 50 finna do the deal
Load up my big nine
Now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you bustas slippin'
It's this 50 finna do the deal
Load up my big nine
Now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you bustas slippin'
It's this 50 finna do the deal
Load up my big nine
Now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you bustas slippin'
It's this 50 finna do the deal
Load up my big nine
Now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you bustas slippin'
It's this 50 finna do the deal
Load up my big nine
Now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you bustas slippin'
It's this 50 finna do the deal
Load up my big nine
Now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you bustas slippin'
It's this 50 finna do the deal
Load up my big nine
Now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you bustas slippin'
It's this 50 finna do the deal
Straight outta hell, ring the bells
Plague is here to stay
Roaches and locusts, they cover me
No halo hovering, follow me in yo' grave
Ain't got no Patek because I'll be here
'till the end of fucking times
Thy kingdom come thy will be done
And still you wonder, "Who am I?"
I am the devil's son, born and raised
Preaching $uicide, googly eyes
"Tell me more!" okay
Praise the fucking devil
God can suck my dick i scorch the plains
Making mountains crumble, glaciers meltin'
Oceans swellin' i'm lord of the plagues
Load up my
Wait a fucking minute, I got more to say
Threatening swordplay some would say nay
'cause the tip of my sword
Blade dipped in chlordane
Lord Plague breaking fortés
$carecrow in the corn maze
Haunting board games for war, we pray
Plague is cold in Norway
Hanging from the doorframe with
Sores and stains for war, we pray
7th Ward, the grey for war, we pray
7th Ward, the grey for war, we pray
7th Ward, the grey for war, we pray
Death is inevitable
The fucking $carecrow walkin' on his tiptoes
On your blood-stained wood floor, you know
Mister typical
Hearin' the fucking voices through my window
(Begging to be dead) but no worries
Just like Chucky, Cut Throat got the blade
And the knife may thy rise for the Yung
Christ never even died
My father just forsaken I
I'm still $uicide until I die
It's an eye for an eye
Speaking of I, I (someone help me out)
See the reaper having a busy season
Won't even let me rest, while I'm sleeping
It's gettin' harder to watch
From the bleachers the father of evil
Like Knievel
Ruby and I stay jumping over people
Xanax eatin', close to lethal
Cigarette breathin' junkie, used to needles
So I grew up a fuck-up (Pow! pow! pow! pow)
Load the nine up, my time's up, yeah
(yeah, yeah)
Grew up a fuck up load up my big nine
Now I'm finna shoot to kill
Load the nine up (Fuck all this shit)
If you bustas slippin' (My time's up, fuck)
It's this 50 finna
Now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you bustas slippin'
It's this 50 finna do the deal
Load up my big nine
Now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you bustas slippin'
It's this 50 finna do the deal
Load up my big nine
Now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you bustas slippin'
It's this 50 finna do the deal
Load up my big nine
Now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you bustas slippin'
It's this 50 finna do the deal
Load up my big nine
Now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you bustas slippin'
It's this 50 finna do the deal
Load up my big nine
Now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you bustas slippin'
It's this 50 finna do the deal
Load up my big nine
Now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you bustas slippin'
It's this 50 finna do the deal
Load up my big nine
Now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you bustas slippin'
It's this 50 finna do the deal
Straight outta hell, ring the bells
Plague is here to stay
Roaches and locusts, they cover me
No halo hovering, follow me in yo' grave
Ain't got no Patek because I'll be here
'till the end of fucking times
Thy kingdom come thy will be done
And still you wonder, "Who am I?"
I am the devil's son, born and raised
Preaching $uicide, googly eyes
"Tell me more!" okay
Praise the fucking devil
God can suck my dick i scorch the plains
Making mountains crumble, glaciers meltin'
Oceans swellin' i'm lord of the plagues
Load up my
Wait a fucking minute, I got more to say
Threatening swordplay some would say nay
'cause the tip of my sword
Blade dipped in chlordane
Lord Plague breaking fortés
$carecrow in the corn maze
Haunting board games for war, we pray
Plague is cold in Norway
Hanging from the doorframe with
Sores and stains for war, we pray
7th Ward, the grey for war, we pray
7th Ward, the grey for war, we pray
7th Ward, the grey for war, we pray
Death is inevitable
The fucking $carecrow walkin' on his tiptoes
On your blood-stained wood floor, you know
Mister typical
Hearin' the fucking voices through my window
(Begging to be dead) but no worries
Just like Chucky, Cut Throat got the blade
And the knife may thy rise for the Yung
Christ never even died
My father just forsaken I
I'm still $uicide until I die
It's an eye for an eye
Speaking of I, I (someone help me out)
See the reaper having a busy season
Won't even let me rest, while I'm sleeping
It's gettin' harder to watch
From the bleachers the father of evil
Like Knievel
Ruby and I stay jumping over people
Xanax eatin', close to lethal
Cigarette breathin' junkie, used to needles
So I grew up a fuck-up (Pow! pow! pow! pow)
Load the nine up, my time's up, yeah
(yeah, yeah)
Grew up a fuck up load up my big nine
Now I'm finna shoot to kill
Load the nine up (Fuck all this shit)
If you bustas slippin' (My time's up, fuck)
It's this 50 finna