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10,000 Degrees · $uicideboy$

I Want To Die In New Orleans

℗ 2018 G*59 Records

Released on: 2018-09-07

Producer: Budd Dwyer
Composer Lyricist: Aristos Petrou
Composer Lyricist: Scott Arceneaux Jr.

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38 COMMENTS

  1. Load up my big nine, now Im finna shoot to kill
    If you bustas slippin' its this .50 finna do the deal
    Load up my big nine, now im finna shoot to kill
    If you bustas slippin this .50 finna do the deal
    Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill
    If you bustas slippin' it's this .50 finna do the deal
    Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill
    If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal
    Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill
    If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal
    Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill
    If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal
    Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill
    If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal
    Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill (Aye, aye)
    (Ruby, you got it?)
    If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal

     Straight outta hell, ring the bells
    Plague is here to stay
    Roaches and locusts, they cover me
    No halo hovering, follow me in your grave
    Ain't got no Patek because I'll be here 'till the end of fucking times
    Thy kingdom come, thy will be done
    And still you wonder, "who am I?"
    I am the devil's son, born and raised
    Preaching $uicide, googly eyes
    "Tell me more!"
    Okay
    Praise the fucking devil, God can suck my dick
    I scorch the plains
    Making mountains crumble, glaciers meltin', oceans swellin'
    I'm lord of the plagues
    Load up my—
    Wait a fucking minute, I got more to say
    Threatening swordplay
    Some would say nay, 'cause the tip of my sword blade dipped in chlordane
    Lil Plague breaking fortés
    $carecrow in the corn maze, haunting board games
    For war, we pray
    Plague is cold in Norway
    Hanging from the doorframe with sores and stains
    For war, we pray
    7th Ward, the grey
    For war, we pray
    7th Ward, the grey
    For war, we pray
    7th Ward, the grey
    For war, we pray

    Death is inevitable, the fucking $carecrow walkin' on his tiptoes
    On your blood-stained wood floor, you know, mister typical
    Hearin' the fucking voices through my window
    (Begging to be dead!)
    But no worries
    Just like Chucky, Cut Throat got the blade, and the knife
    May thy rise for the Yung Christ—never even died
    My father just forsaken, I
    I'm still $uicide until I die
    It's an eye for an eye
    Speaking of I, I— (someone help me out…)
    See the reaper having a busy season
    Won't even let me rest, while I'm sleeping
    It's gettin' harder to watch from the bleachers
    The father of evil
    Like Knievel, Ruby and I stay jumping over people
    Xanax eatin', close to lethal
    Cigarette breathin' junkie, used to needles
    So I grew up a fuck-up (pow! pow! pow! pow!)
    Load the nine up, my time's up, yeah (yeah, yeah)

    Grew up a fuck up
    Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill
    Load the nine up (fuck all this shit)
    If you bustas slippin'
    My time's up, fuck
    It's this .50 finna—

  2. [Intro: Lil Gin]
    Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill
    If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal
    Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill
    If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal
    Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill
    If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal
    Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill
    If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal
    Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill (Aye, aye)
    (Ruby, you got it?)
    If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal

    [Verse 1: YUNG PLAGUE]
    Straight outta hell, ring the bells
    Plague is here to stay
    Roaches and locusts, they cover me
    No halo hovering, follow me in your grave
    Ain't got no Patek because I'll be here 'till the end of fucking times
    Thy kingdom come, thy will be done
    And still you wonder, "who am I?"
    I am the devil's son, born and raised
    Preaching $uicide, googly eyes
    "Tell me more!"—okay
    Praise the fucking devil, God can suck my dick
    I scorch the plains
    Making mountains crumble, glaciers meltin', oceans swellin'
    I'm lord of the plagues
    Load up my—
    Wait a fuckin' minute, I got more to say
    Threatening swordplay
    Some would say nay, 'cause the tip of my sword blade dipped in chlordane
    Lil Plague breaking fortés
    $carecrow in the corn maze, haunting board games
    For war, we pray
    Plague is cold in Norway
    Hanging from the doorframe with sores and stains
    For war, we pray
    7th Ward, the grey
    For war, we pray
    7th Ward, the grey
    For war, we pray
    7th Ward, the grey
    For war, we pray

    [Verse 2: LIL CHOPPA]
    Death is inevitable, the fucking $carecrow walkin' on his tiptoes
    On your blood-stained wood floor, you know, mister typical
    Hearin' the fucking voices through my window
    (Begging to be dead!)
    But no worries
    Just like Chucky, Cut Throat got the blade, and the knife
    May thy rise for the Yung Christ—never even died
    My father just forsaken, I
    I'm still $uicide until I die
    It's an eye for an eye
    Speaking of I, I— (someone help me out…)
    See the reaper having a busy season
    Won't even let me rest, while I'm sleeping
    It's gettin' harder to watch from the bleachers
    The father of evil
    Like Knievel, Ruby and I stay jumping over people
    Xanax eatin', close to lethal
    Cigarette breathin' junkie, used to needles
    So I grew up a fuck-up (pow! pow! pow! pow!)
    Load the nine up, my time's up, yeah (yeah, yeah)

    [Outro: LIL CHOPPA & Lil Gin]
    Grew up a fuck up
    Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill
    Load the nine up (fuck all this shit)
    If you bustas slippin'
    My time's up, fuck
    It's this .50 finna—

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