T.R.U. (Totally Rotten Underground)

de $uicideboy$

Fuck them other niggas, 'cause I'm down for my niggas, what?
Fuck them other niggas, 'cause I'm down for my niggas, what?
Fuck them other niggas, 'cause I ride for my niggas, what?
I die for my niggas, what? Fuck them other niggas!
Fuck them other niggas, 'cause I'm down for my niggas, what?
Fuck them other niggas, 'cause I'm down for my niggas, what?
Fuck them other niggas, 'cause I ride for my niggas, what?
I die for my niggas, what? Fuck them other niggas!

It's that fiend with 'bout twenty prescriptions
Down for my triple six killers
I glisten in my world of fiction, twitching from all my addictions
Mutilations deep down in my basement
Forsaken the road to heaven I had taken
Replacing my scriptures for demons and witches
While twistin' a cigarillo full of bitches and snitches
Suicide
Prophet
Deceased bodies laying in sheets
The blackest creep of the black sheep
Summoned from Hades to rise, 3 AM when I arrive
Sixes all over my eyes, picking my burial site

All of these bullets have names written on them
The trigger, I pull it and brains spill, no caution
Often I murder, I toss 'em, no washing
Ain't nauseous, I'm flossing inside of the coffin
I reek from the mice I eat
I am the fiend for the shrines and sheets
I am the tide, and yes, I am the deep
Greyfivenine
I am the skeleton hiding the bones I need
I am the leopard print that Lucifer uses for hide and seek
Enemies try and see me, but I'm quite the freak
Hiding inside misery, yeah, my spine's so weak
Frying my memory with all the pine I breathe
Scythe in a sheath, I will slice all the sheep
Because Christ is on ice, I'm collecting the blood he bleeds