$uicideboy$ - Bleach lyrics

[Intro: Trap House Scrim] Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer, hahaha (Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer) (North, North) Haha, you mad (Northside) (In this b*tch, Lil Cut Throat) Yeah-yeah (Time to go back to speak that lingo) [Verse 1: Trap House Scrim] I'm back in this b*tch like a menace (Yeah, menace) Running these hoes just like tennis (Tennis) fu*k what you thought of my image (What?) Blocka-block-block-block, blah Semi-auto with the scope (Scope) I'm back in this b*tch with the cult (What?) I'm back in this b*tch with the phonk (What?) Scrim back in this b*tch, better know I'm back and I'm hatin' and plottin' (Huh?) Back and I'm scopin' with robbers (Yeah) Come back and then jaws get to droppin' (Droppin') Come hard when you step in my yard Scammin', give me your card (Uh, what?) Off of a couplе them bars (Huh?) Choppa ki-ki-ki-kick it (Huh?) Auto f-f-f-spitting (Grrah) Talkin' a lot of that guala (Guala) From the esеs to the shottas Lil Wetto with yoppas Get my pills straight from the doctor Off of the jump with my sh*t (Yeah, pop-pop) Offer the dump off my hip (Yeah-yeah) Fifty shots like I'm back in the crack (Yeah-yeah) Smoking that pack off the jack (Yeah-yeah) [Bridge: Trap House Scrim] OD slowly OD slowly, OD slowly OD slowly, OD slowly (Slowly) OD slowly, OD slowly (Ho) [Interlude: Spooky da Scary] Hahaha Stop telling me what to think Stop telling me what to think Stop telling me what to think Stop telling me what to think Stop telling me what to think Stop telling me what to think (Assumptions, assumptions, assumptions) Stop telling me what to think, to think Stop, stop telling me, stop telling what to think (Assumptions always being that) Stop, stop telling me what to think (Stop) [Verse 2: Spooky da Scary] I have become what I hate Sad to say I saw this coming from miles away Too bad that it ain't a race Coughing my lungs out, stuck in last place Always in bad shape, blunt to the face I want all the smoke, let me get a fu*king taste What the fu*k you gotta say? Yung Plague untamed Yung Plague got nothing to hide Now, I've never been one for pickin' sides But I choose $uicide Yeah, I reject almost everything 'bout this new world I reject all the people inside (fu*k 'em) They can run, they can hide They can swim, they can fly But I'll hunt 'em day and night For the rest of my life just to watch 'em die Then shed tears like a crocodile All the while my chopper smile Bite the bullet, that's not my style Belly full of lead and stomach bile You thought that your life would be worthwhile Just another fu*king rank-and-file (b*tch) First came school, then you got a job Now your fu*king b*tch is walking down the aisle Safe neighborhood for the domicile Redoing the kitchen, picking out new tiles (Ayy) Don't touch that fu*king dial (Ayy) Let's see what's on TV! World War III in a couple hours (Ayy) But at least, the house is clean (Ayy) Bodies will be piled for miles and miles But the maid service was free, uh