$uicideboy$ - Chris Travis lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Scrimmy, Scrimmy (Slicky, Slicky)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Benzo, Enzo, 'Rari
The pedal that's on my feet
(Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) push it to the floor
I just know where I wan' be (Be)
In your house, in your room
Don't look under the bed (Bed, nah)
Northside on the map
I won't rest 'til I'm dead (Dead)
Running down the street with a 9 in my hand
(yeah yeah, pow)
Put it to his head, tell him
"I don't play fair" (Nah)
Empty the clip, end your life in a second
(Hah) christ be the king
You gon' leave with a blessing (yeah)
Empty the shells, hear a pin drop (Shh, shh)
Scrimmy bipolar
(What?) , flip and I flop (I flop)
Switch it up quick (yeah, yeah)
Fuck every last enemy (What? What?)
Act like a friend
Leave a blade in your kidney rata the tata
(Grrah) , I let your brains splatter (Bah)
Leaking all over
(Flip, flip) with bloody matter (yeah, yeah)
Shirt in my hands, I sit back and I laugh
(yeah) mental fucking case
Closed casket where I sleep
Only smoke that crack rock
I don't smoke no tree
Banging my veins, put that dirt on my name
(My name)
Devil to blame, middle finger the game
(The game)
Fuck all the fame, it ain't no thang
(No thang)

Scrimmy insane
(Insane) , Scrimmy insane (Insane)
Scrimmy insane
(Insane) , Scrimmy insane (Insane)
Insane, insane, insane, insane, insane
Insane
Insane, insane, insane, insane, insane
Insane (Insane)

Ayy, ayy

All of my enemies end up bending the knee
(Bending the knee)
All my enemies begging me, begging
"Please let me free" (Please let me free)
As my fist grips the axe
(yeah) , I yell, "Let the bells ring" (yeah)
And I swing the blade down (yeah)
Now they're headless but free
(Headless but free)
Ruby been the boss for like ten centuries
(Ten centuries) i'm the alpha, omega
And every letter between (Letter between)
Step on the scene, rest in peace
Leave me dead in the street
From opiate dependency, codeine
And promethazine bury me upon a hill with
Evergreen in the creek not the type to live
Until I'm fucking seventy-three, yeah
Pull up in a Chevy from '73, yeah (Ayy)
Uh (Ayy) , uh (Ayy) , ayy, ayy
Who the fuck want war?
I got acres of land protected with weaponry
(Okay) a bunch of guns in my name
No need for open felonies (What?)
Accessory to murder with
Murderous accessories
AK, AR, twelve-gauge shotty, yeah (Shotty)
44 Magnum and the Uzi from the '90s
38 and the nine-millimeter in my pant lining
(My pant lining)
I might cop a 45 and hold that one behind me

Ruby insane, insane, Ruby insane, insane
Ruby insane, insane, Ruby insane, insane
Ruby insane, insane, Ruby insane, insane
Ruby insane, insane, Ruby insane, insane