Fuck Boy Blood Bath $uicideboy$

[Intro: Blackout]
Sucka busta, fuck that bitch, riding with some mindless trick
On my P's and Q's, I refuse to be broke as shit
Sucka busta, fuck that bitch, riding with some mindless trick
On my P's and Q's, I refuse to be broke as shit
Sucka busta, fuck that bitch, riding with some mindless trick
On my P's and Q's, I refuse to be broke as shit
Sucka busta, fuck that bitch, riding with some mindless trick
On my P's and Q's, I refuse to be broke as shit
Sucka busta, fuck that bitch, riding with some mindless trick
On my P's and Q's, I refuse to be broke as shit
Sucka busta, fuck that bitch, riding with some mindless trick
On my P's and Q's, I refuse to be broke as shit

[Verse 1: Yung Plague]
Shut the fuck up, bitch, talking shit
When the 6-10 splits, get off and take a left on St. Bernard
Drive a little bit—then it hits, "oh shit!"
You just drove down the road to Yung Plague's pit
With a pit in the yard
Feed you to my dog, then I yawn
Bury your bones 'till dawn
Mow the lawn to make it seem neat like a bed
Bitch, I'll sleep when I'm dead
Dreaming while they zipping up the body bag
From my fucking feet up to my head