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Fucking Your Culture

"Fucking Your Culture" Lyrics by $uicideboy$

It’s a Smash!

Praise to the devil

You did good $lick

It’s that demented motherfucker

I’m kicking it with my brothers

Repping the *59

You know GREY the fucking color

My gat screaming “kell ’em, wetto, hit ’em where they lay!”

Smoking ’em like some indo

Let the pistol up and spray

Never could be fucked with

My dick they love to suck it

They calling me game 7 slick

I switch a bitch like subjects

Pull up continental

Make a hoe get sentimental

I got 18K in dental

Balling with no fundamentals

Michael Jackson off a thriller dose

Hold off on the killer dose

Cooking up in a rental

“BAM!”

Emeril with the chemical

Northside general

Pull up in that benz

Forgis turn it something cynical

Anyway

Think I’m bout to die by anyday

Half high pass five

Rolling up that Mary Jay

I might drop 30 like Curry with no NBA

Hop out Eddie Murray with the stick and let it swing away

Hot boy turn the block out

Pimping out the crack house

Macking up on these bitches

Flew a hoe to fuck from Krakow

My dick threw her back out

Packed and flew her back out

Been running and gunning and fucking

All while tripping in a black out

Mane it’s the killer

Northside guerilla

Mom and dad both friends and my ex a pill dealer

Tell me who keep it realer?

There’s no drug I ain’t touched

Basquiat you face and I Banksy your face up

Boy aim with your face up

They clowns with no make up

This me before warm ups

I ain’t even laced up

Fuck boy get your rank up

Robbing and dealing and homicide

Spice 1 wetto from the ghetto

I was born to die

Let ’em fry

Ruby getting up in them gizzards

Neck look like a blizzard

Keeping an eye on these snakes in the grass so I move just like a lizard

Backwood tastes vanilla

Popping pain killers

Grip the .45

I feel like the grey gorilla

Chickenheads flocking

They think I’m a quesadilla

Beating up the pussy I must be a lady killer

Papa pine break your spine

Rub her clit like it’s a vibe

Now she’s asking what’s my sign so I threw up the *59

I’m the lord of the 7th ward

Pick the lock of heaven’s door

Feel no need to settle scores

Leave pussies red and sore

Never called her back she breaking down like metalcore

Everybody steals my sauce like they fiending for peppercorn

Check the score

GREY*59 5 and 0 in the 4th

What a chore

Rolled a blunt so big we’ll have to light it with a torch

Whip looks like it might’ve lost the second world war

Ruby such an animal

7th ward dragon

When I breathe it’s fucking flammable

Keep my click tight and isolated like we cannibals

All these fucking chains

You would think I’m wearing mannacles

Yea bitch tell what’s happening

Dick so big I’ll turn her pussy to the grand canyon

All my haters pussy like I keep on smelling salmon

Keep it old school

I might pull up with a cannon

Yeah bitch tell me what it is

Wake up with a smile picking out the right fit

Oj in the morning like I stabbed a white bitch

Every color in the fucking rainbow sucked my white dick

Wait for a beep, dial 5-9 and hit the pound

Um, okay, so I’ll talk to you later

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