Here We Go Again - $UICIDEBOY$/Germ

Written by：Scott Arceneaux Jr./Aristos Petrou/Jerry Antoine

Producer：Budd Dwyer

I just might ride with your b**th

Told her I loved her

Lying like sh*t

I'm still boolin' tho

Bleedin' concrete

Snortin' oxys

Feelin' god body like who gon stop me now

Runnin' round while blowin' pound after pound

See me now

Get hip

Get it now

I'm gone til November

Got into pickin' pockets kinda often

Big a** gas bag

Passenger side of the Cadillac

Seat slightly sat back

On my side I got my Baghdad

Hotel hoppin'

Bombin' back back

Dynamite in the Gucci knapsack

Ruckus in the church

Jesus meet this heathen he kinda hurt

Buzzin' I'm loud

Never stoppin' til they stick me in the dirt

Took a Benzes

Wrote a manifesto

Yung hot boy straight from the ghetto

Yung care crow dyin' where the wind blows

Cut throat motherf**ker robbin' when my ends low

Suicide suicide

Wanna ride in the caddy like do or die

Formaldehyde leakin' drippin' down in my eyes

Terrified when you see me creepin' in the night

Ride like no limit in '96

Stunt like I'm Wayne on the carter 6

Now I got money to get a fix

Now my old ex wanna be my b**th

This that motherf**kin' gospel

Kanye I'm a motherf**kin' monster

Cock back put the barrel in your tonsil

Suicide b**th we the council

Yung now spent a fat check

Pull up cause I'm pickin' up a hoe in a black dress

Silk sheets on the mattress match the blood type o on the hatchet

Match the humid spokes when I whip it lookin' like the Cadillac bent

Lookin' like a car accident

Spilled my guts and I spilled my cup

Lean on my liver I ain't sippin' it up

Hollow out a f**k boy skull so I can sip in peace my g

Don't follow me cause bad sh*t happens with germ and lick

That makes three

Sad to see these casualties

They lack the seeds

No matchin' me

These bags of w**d

Yeah that's for free

We trash the scene no gasoline