Stop Calling Us Horrorcore - $uicideboy$, Getter

Nine, nine on my side every time the wheels slide

Crucified with the mind of a parking lot God

Nine, nine on my side every time the wheels slide

Crucified with the mind of a parking lot God

Nine, nine on my side every time the wheels slide

Crucified with the mind of a parking lot God

Nine, nine on my side every time the wheels slide

Crucified with the mind of a parking lot God

Got it out the mud, lungs start to flood

Middle finger to the judge, fangs filled with suds

Cruisin' with Ruby down the block, cock that gun hammer

Young cracker, I’m a cancer that keep getting badder

The God of Grey hangin' from the state, floatin' above the lake

Forbidden from heaven’s gates, ain’t no choice to make

Stuck with these devilish traits, bitch, won’t fuck, I said it today

Took her backstage, call Yung Plague

Told him to drag this bitch out of my face, yuh

Nine on my side every—

Bitch, I don’t give a fuck

Been a goat, I been a duck

Fuck a bitch, cause sin and lust, control my brain

Her lips are stuck to the duct tape, now she don’t grin as much

Bitch, I trim and pluck

Overly potent, the weed that I’m chokin'

I’m hopin' my lungs are coated, they thin and bust

Exhale blood spillin' on the kitchen linen

Listen to the devil whisper, «kill her and then claim she missing…»

Bitch is insane, I’m chompin' on her brain

Let her veins drain, bloody double cup, I’ll take another gulp

Nine on my side every time the wheels slide

Crucified with the mind of a parking lot God

Nine, nine on my side every time the wheels slide

Crucified with the mind of a parking lot God

Nine, nine on my side every time the wheels slide

Crucified with the mind of a parking lot God

Nine, nine on my side every time the wheels slide

Crucified with the mind of a parking lot God