Grey Boys - $uicideboy$

Wicked ways

Wicked ways

Wicked ways

Wicked ways

Wicked ways

Wicked ways

Wicked ways

Wicked ways

Wicked ways

Wicked ways

Wicked ways

I got these wicked ways

Creeping on a trick

Ready to blast on a sucker with no remorse

Load the clip, wigs I split

Infrared in my hand

Murder was all on my fucking mind

Psychopath, lunatic, crucifix, pop that nine

It’s that West Bank killer walkin' 'round like thriller

Chop up the body and bury the brain

Sniffing the, sniffing the coca caine

Kill a mother fucker just to pawn his chain

Tell me how it feels to be alive in a grave

Tell me where’s your god when you’re trying to get saved

Tell me where’s your god when your body’s full of pain

Tell me where’s your god when your body’s full of pain?!

I’m gripping and whipping the pistol

The mission to make the blood trickle

The sickle the cell, I’m just so fucking sickenin

I’m sorry my ways are just so fucking wicked (Blood!)

I’m gripping and whipping the pistol

The mission to make the blood trickle

The sickle the cell, I’m just so fucking sickening

I’m sorry my ways are just so fucking wicked

Wicked ways

Wicked ways

Wicked ways

Wicked ways

Wicked ways

Wicked ways

Wicked ways

Wicked ways

Wicked ways

Wicked ways

Wicked ways

Black out the sun turning day into night

Bitch Yung Plague got a blade in one hand it’s a scythe

In my right first a pitchfork or maybe a trident

That murder I tried it, and I fucking liked it

I sliced 'em, I diced 'em

Got blood on my white shirt

I let the stain dry and then cried out my third eye

They heard that I died

Meet me in the graveyard

Tombs got my trademark

Sky stays dark, and the moon brings out my decayed bark

In the graveyard

Tombs got my trademark

Sky stays dark, and the moon brings out my decayed bark

In the graveyard

Tombs got my trademark

Sky stays dark, and the moon brings out my decayed bark

In the graveyard

Tombs got my trademark

Sky stays dark, and the moon brings out my decayed bark