1. Song grew on me a fuckin' lot 2. One of the clearest examples to me of $crim actually killing Ruby, not that I ever feel it's necessary to keep a score on the bois. I just strongly prefer his take on this
[Intro] 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 Thanks for watching $uicideboy ($uicideboy) [Verse 1: Ruby da Cherry] When I die, auction off all my body parts Let’s see what Oddy cost, summon my skull to shawty’s cross Got 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 knows me, she loves me, now I ran out of petals The ground with those bits, I rip this bone style forever I portray all my pain in an homage to my sufferin’ saint tale I been recoverin’, I’m staining your world grey, y’all get back to colouring [Verse 2: $lick $loth] Slickity, slickity sloth, [?] Shoot up the mask, it will [?] Dippin’ my arms in the fire and get cuffed like it come with pliers 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 Hold on, don’t talk while you fuckin’ suck me [Interlude: Ruby da Cherry, $lick $loth] Uh, should we, I, that was a little short, bruh Well, fuck bro Can we, can we I just did eight bars ’cause I said what I needed to say I got more shit to say, bro, like Well, I mean What? Tell me This ain’t it, bro [Verse 3: Ruby da Cherry] 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 unfucked Blame my absence on the fact that my dick got stuck Call me Evergreen, your bitch never seen like she lost touch Beggin’ me, she wants a jump fuck We chuffed, don’t fuck with drama, cash Is it time to collect ash, but the stash, I guess I’ll smash Pull off in the Glee-Wagon, fucked up, I might crash Just thoughts revealing from the half of me that is white trash [Verse 4: $lick $loth] Bitch, I cheated death, ain’t nothin’ that I can’t do Manipulation shawty, I can sell ice to [?] 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 and vibed the bitch Why would I quit my drug, the choice is overdosin’ dumb My dick got no limits, I’m masterin’ pimpin’ And makin’ the bitches say “yuh” [Outro: Ruby da Cherry] You would be horrified at the sight of us Rain, rain, go away Two hundred on the dash, watch me hydroplane Gang, gang, gangs all grey from New Orleans [?] From Atlanta to the Bay
