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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?
$uicideboy, bitch ($uicideboy, bitch)

When I die, auction off all my body parts
Let's see what Oddy cost, summon my skull to shawty's cross
Now 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 ran out of petals
Been in the ground with those bits, I rip this thorny stem forever
A portrait of all my pain, an homage to my sufferin' saint tale
I been uncovering and staining your world grey, y'all get back to coloring

Slickity-slickity sloth thugged out
Shoot with the mask, it will be violent
Jabbin' my arm no Pfizer, dick cuffs like it come with priors
Liars all around me talkin', hugs and love attaching
Kisses that comes with riches just so they can touch my trust
Fuck, that's some hard motherfuckin' truth
Still contemplatin' suicide, just upgraded a couple coupes
Morally bankrupt, call the skank up to pretend she love me
But I love you
Ho, don't talk while you fuckin' suck me

Uh, should we, I-, that was a little short, bruh
Well, fuck, bro
Can we, can we
I just did eight bars 'cause I thought you said all you had to say
Yeah, I got more shit to say, bro, like
Well, I mean
What? Tell me
They sayin' you "Lost touch"

Who the fuck say Ruby done lost his touch?
Blame my success on lots of luck, but lots of luck ain't gonna get your bitch un-fucked
Blame my absence on the fact that my dick got stuck
Call me Evergreen, your bitch never seem like she lost touch
Beggin' me, she wants a jump fuck
Withdraw from dope before withdraw my cash
Use her tongue to collect ash for the stash, I guess I'll smash
Pull off in the Glee-Wagon, fucked up, I might crash
Just thoughts and feelings from the half of me that is white-trash

Bitch, I cheated death, ain't nothin' that I can't do
Manipulation shawty, I can sell ice to make move
I can sell ice to the jeweler, I can sell Christ like I'm Judas
Self-righteous type of shooter, make my life as your intruder, excluder
Product of my environment, my therapist was talkin' 'fore I rolled my eyes then fired the bitch
Why would I quit? My drug of choice is overdosin', duh
My dick got no limits, I'm Master P pimpin' and makin' the bitches say "Uhh!"

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

Details About THE_EVIL_THAT_MEN_DO Song

Artists: $UICIDEBOY$
Written By: Aristos Petrou & Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Produced By: Budd Dwyer
Release Date: April 22, 2022
Music Label: G*59 Records

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