$uicideboy$ - FUCK lyrics

[$uicideboy$ - FUCK lyrics]

Fuck a dead body, don't pick 'em up
Let 'em dry
East Side, 59, with the choppers out the ride
Mommas cry, kids die, second line, Vietnam
Testify, crucified
Have your family by your side
Full of fuck shit, double my cup with mud
Bitch sluts wanna suck dick
Hit 'em with the drop kick
Bitch, your pussy nonsense
Demons with the Glock grip
$uicidal cult shit
Love to watch the blood drip

Dead man walking, ayy, yah, aye
Dead man walking, ayy, yah, aye
Dead man walking, ayy, yah, aye
Dead man walking, ayy, yah, aye
Dead man walking, ayy, yah, aye
Dead man walking, ayy, yah, aye

Rather be dead than bored, settle the score
Let the metal pour right onto the floor
Fuck your brain, you fucking whore
Fuck your chain, you slave
I left the bloodstains on the door
Blade made of iron ore
Made stains right on the shore
Washed away, the waves took it north
But now I try to stay warm
Catch another flight
And now I'm back on tour
Can't relax me, motherfucking sacré-cœur
Used to make shit pop
Like fucking kettle corn

I'm just a dead man walking, yeah
I'm just a dead man walking, yeah
I'm just a dead man walking, yeah
I'm just a dead man walking, yeah
I'm just a dead man walking, yeah
I'm just a dead man walking, yeah

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