Released: May 8, 2015
Songwriter: Aristos Petrou Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Producer: Budd Dwyer
[Intro: Yung Christ]
I be that-
I be that- ($ui- $ui-)
I be that-
[Verse 1: Yung Christ]
I be that skinny fiend sippin' lean, caffeine with codeine
I'm smoking nicotine, PCP
Pills in my cuisine
I'm fucking draped in suede, wrist dismayed
$uicide renegade
Pop a couple waves up in my grave, carvin' my skin with the blade
I don't fuck with squealers, known drug dealer
Stealer with the sealer
$lickity always wrecked, bitch, get checked
Grey*59 the set, chopper make 'em wet
Watch me flex, y'all just second best
Never second guess
Manifest, triple six 'till death
[Verse 2: Ruby da Cherry]
Ruby ain't my motherfucking true name
If I wrote it down, it would combust into a blue flame
Gloom gang banging, whole crew slain
Bodies in the suitcase, polo body bag full of bootlegs
Two-faced bitch, sick a duck
Got your bitch laying goose eggs
Two fangs growing, got a toothache
Tie me up like a shoe-string, let the noose hang
Out of my box, I need a new frame
Ruby da Cherry ain't got a pocket full of fruitcake
Bruce Wayne wannabe
Fuck with me, I'll probably give you somethin' free
Honeys surroundin' around me because I'm buzzin' like a fucking bumblebee
Most of my raps are fucking tongue-in-cheek
Fungus in my lungs, dungeon reeks of crumbling weed
Another day, another fee
Pile of fucking dirt you will find me underneath, yah, yah
I be that-
I be that- ($ui- $ui-)
I be that-
[Verse 1: Yung Christ]
I be that skinny fiend sippin' lean, caffeine with codeine
I'm smoking nicotine, PCP
Pills in my cuisine
I'm fucking draped in suede, wrist dismayed
$uicide renegade
Pop a couple waves up in my grave, carvin' my skin with the blade
I don't fuck with squealers, known drug dealer
Stealer with the sealer
$lickity always wrecked, bitch, get checked
Grey*59 the set, chopper make 'em wet
Watch me flex, y'all just second best
Never second guess
Manifest, triple six 'till death
[Verse 2: Ruby da Cherry]
Ruby ain't my motherfucking true name
If I wrote it down, it would combust into a blue flame
Gloom gang banging, whole crew slain
Bodies in the suitcase, polo body bag full of bootlegs
Two-faced bitch, sick a duck
Got your bitch laying goose eggs
Two fangs growing, got a toothache
Tie me up like a shoe-string, let the noose hang
Out of my box, I need a new frame
Ruby da Cherry ain't got a pocket full of fruitcake
Bruce Wayne wannabe
Fuck with me, I'll probably give you somethin' free
Honeys surroundin' around me because I'm buzzin' like a fucking bumblebee
Most of my raps are fucking tongue-in-cheek
Fungus in my lungs, dungeon reeks of crumbling weed
Another day, another fee
Pile of fucking dirt you will find me underneath, yah, yah
more tracks from the album
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- In Order to Cast a Shadow You Must First Light a Fire
- Cerberus
- April Mourning
- I Ended Up Driving the Camaro Off the Causeway Bridge
- All My Life I’ve Wanted a Chevy
- La Croix
- Gloss of Blood
- LTE
- That Time We Went to Wal Mart In Memphis To Steal Some Shit Before We Met Up With TA To Shoot His Vi
- Sold My Soul to Satan Waiting in Line at the Mall
- I Miss My Dead Friends
- Handzum $uicide
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- Paris
- 2nd Hand
- Antarctica
- I No Longer Fear the Razor Guarding My Heel
- O Pana!
- Magazine
- Memoirs of a Gorilla
- Carrollton
- For the Last Time
- FUCKTHEPOPULATION
- New Chains, Same Shackles
- Low Key
- LTE
- ...And to Those I Love, Thanks for Sticking Around
- Champion of Death
- Kill Yourself (Part IV)
- Mount Sinai
- DIEMONDS
- NOW I’M UP TO MY NECK WITH OFFERS
- Do You Believe in God?
- Exodus
- 122 Days
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