THE_EVIL_THAT_MEN_DO (Explicit) - $UICIDEBOY$/Aristos Petrou/Scott Arceneaux Jr.

Composed by：Aristos Petrou/Scott Arceneaux Jr.

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 b***h uicideboy b***h

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 bits

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

F**k that's some hard motherf**kin' 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 f**kin' suckin'

Uh should we I that was a little short bruh

Well f**k bro

Can we can we

I just did eight bars 'cause

I thought you said all you had to say

Yeah I got more s**t to say bro like

Well I mean

What tell me

They sayin' you lost touch

Who the f**k say Ruby done lost his touch

Blame my success on lots of luck

But lots of luck didn't get your b***h un-f**ked

Blame my absence on the fact that my dick got stuck

Call me evergreen

Your b***h never seemed like she lost touch

Beggin' me she wants her jaw f**ked

Withdraw from d**e 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 f**ked up I might crash

Just thoughts and feelings

From the half of me that is white trash

B***h 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 b***h

Why would I quit

My drug of choice is overdosin' duh

My dick got no limits I'm Master P pimpin'

And makin' them b***hes 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