$uicideboy$ - 10,000 Degrees lyrics

[Intro:] Gold on my big nine, now I’m finna shoot to k** If you bustas slippin’ [?] I’m finna do the deal Gold on my big nine, now I’m finna shoot to k** If you bustas slippin’ [?] I’m finna do the deal Gold on my big nine, now I’m finna shoot to k** If you bustas slippin’ [?] I’m finna do the deal Gold on my big nine, now I’m finna shoot to k** If you bustas slippin’ [?] I’m finna do the deal (Mafia!) Gold on my big nine, now I’m finna shoot to k** (Aye, aye) (Ruby, you got it?) If you bustas slippin’ [?] I’m finna do the deal [Verse 1: YUNG PLAGUE &] Straight out of hell Ring the bells Plague is here to stay [?] [?] follow me in your grave Ain’t got no protection ’cause I’ve been since the end of f**ing times My kingdom come, thy will be done, and still you’re wondering who am I? I am the devil’s son born and raised Fictitious $uicide googly eyes tell me more, okay? Praise the f**in’ devil god can s** my dick, I scorch the veins Making mountains crumble glaciers meltin’, oceans swellin’ I’m the lord of the plagues Gold on my bi– Wait a f**ing minute—I got more to say Threatenin’ swordplay, still the same name ‘Cause the chip on my soul bleeds [?] Lil Plague make a forte, sitck it with the gourmet Hot and [?] For war, we pray Fate is cold and no way I get through the door frame [Hook: RUBY DA CHERRY] For war, we pray 7th Ward, the Grave For war, we pray 7th Ward, the Grave For war, we pray 7th Ward, the Grave For war, we pray [Verse 2: YUNG $CARECROW] d**h is inevitable The f**ing $carecrow Walking on his tip-toes While your blood stay, we’ll flow You know, mister typical Hearing the f**ing voices through my window (Begging to be dead!) But no worries, just like Chuckie Cutthroat got the blade and a knife Made that 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 eye, I (someone help me out) See the reaper having a busy season Won’t even let me rest while I’m sleepin’ It’s getting harder to watch from the bleachers The father of evil, like Knievel Ruby and I stay jumping over people (Mafia) Xanax evil Close to lethal Cigarette breathing junkie, used to needles So I threw ra-pa-pac up (pow! pow! pow! pow!) Load a nine up, my time’s up, yeah (yeah, yeah) [Outro: YUNG $CARECROW] Grew up a f** up Load a nine up (f** all this sh**) My time’s up, f**