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$uicideboy$ – sunshine (remix) lyrics

[intro: krayzie bone]
($uicide)
murder, murder, mo’ murder, mo’ murder murder, mo’ murder, mo’ murder murder, mo’ murder, mo’ murder murder, mo’ murder, mo’ murder murder, mo’ murder, mo’ murder murder, mo’ murder, mo’ murder murder, mo’ murder, mo’ murder murder, mo’ murder, mo’ murder murder, mo’ murder, mo’ murder murder, mo’ murder, mo’ murder murder, mo’ murder, mo’ murder murder, mo’ murder, mo’ murder murder, mo’ mur+

[verse 1: yung $carecrow]
$l!ckity+ $l!ckity $loth the butcher creepin’ through with that mystic style
smokin’ on whatever, been a junkie since i was a child
every time i think of death, i start to groan and crack a smile
never gave no f+ck about this life—and that’s me keepin’ it mild
k!ller gorilla, maniac, put they ashes on my blunt
the police keep hollerin’, “where they at?”
buried them in front the lawn
the $carecrow with silent weapons, i pull the trigger and disperse
the bodies get dumped in acid, so they have no need of a he+rs+

[verse 2: lil woodryc]
all cops are b+st+rds they just want to k!ll black people what the f+ck tho they might k!ll me for this if you must know the stars don’t shine on the other side no where to hide stuck behind if you try no warning not waking up this morning need to protect myself if necessary shout out to $uicideboy$ underground rap in this b+tch f+ck n+gga wanna play games gonna make yuh glitch she’s on the game like sssniperwolf cold smile on my face what a disgrace (huh) i’m frightening like bl++dy mary contrary to believe mass genocide struck out on luck better duck don’t give a f+ck about a bad day just making life my b+tch

[verse 3: yung plague]
i’m staring at the window like i’m staring at the television
smoking just to pass the time
$l!ck had died, and christ has risen
listen to the sixes hissing, tipping crucifixes
missin’ pieces in my wrist, it seems i’m sleepin’, chest beatin’ ceases
ridin’ in the cadillac with cataracts, lungs black and chapped
should have put a cap on those ashes, lackin’ in fashion
(f+ck—) getting cashed out, b+tch, i’m lackin’
you’re plastic, recyclable and everlasting, uh
[outro: krayzie bone]
murder, mo’ murder, mo’ murder
murder, mo’ murder, mo’ murder
murder, mo’ murder, mo’ murder

- uicideboy lyrics

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