Not Much To Look At $uicideboy$ & Germ

[Intro: RUBY DA CHERRY]
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah

[Verse 1: Papa Pine]
Live from the sewer to the gutter
DIRTYNASTY$UICIDE be the mold on the bread like butter
From that triple dollar sign
Grey blade cause a leak from all up under
I'm Papa Pine and my stain is on fleek, motherfucker
Gotta bust a shot upside my fucking head, blunder in thunder
Got a hunna on the self-sustaining gunner, one bun up in the oven
Got a bitch switchin' the covers, I'ma duck her
Pull down the shutters, the number one stunna

[Bridge]
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[Verse 2: Germ]
Up late tweaking, lit like hero hunter, ugly motherfucker
With the hold up, hoe, let me hold that throat
Run up in your motherfucking pad full of dope
Hall for the lords, am I liking it right?
No way too flame for me, it's your faithful
Shade what I face, and now look at my feet when I shit you, bitch
I'm ready for whatever, kill me now, don't kill me later
Bitch, I'm solid rockin' diamonds that yo momma was poorly lackin'
I'm the fucking captain now, tossed a couple of bodies overboard
I'm the tackle overlord, hoe