Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Champion Of Death, artist - $uicideboy$. Date of issue: 22.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Champion Of Death |
| Chump change, boy, now you gotta hate, boy |
| Pull up the with the motherfucking AK, boy |
| Pull up like it's motherfucking game day, boy |
| Shoot 'em with the pistol, shoot 'em point-blank, boy, yuh |
| Chump change, boy, now you gotta hate, boy |
| Pull up the with the motherfucking AK, boy |
| Pull up like it's motherfucking game day, boy |
| Shoot 'em with the pistol, shoot 'em point-blank, boy, yuh |
| Chump change, boy, now you gotta hate, boy |
| Pull up the with the motherfucking AK, boy |
| Pull up like it's motherfucking game day, boy |
| Shoot 'em with the pistol, shoot 'em point-blank, boy, yuh |
| Product of the poison, you can bet your life on it |
| Teeth got the ice on it, wrist still got the slice on it |
| That walking stigmata and poltergeist |
| Still feelin' stuck every single night |
| Don't give a fuck if I live or die |
| Surprised to this point that I have survived |
| Pull up with the motherfuckin' AK tucked, bitchboy, good luck |
| Yung Plague got the blade, hit the slay |
| Then we spray with the .44 5 |
| Bitch, it's Grey*59, let the devil go and ride |
| Ain't nothing but a pussy if you gon' throw shade |
| Fuckboy, I'm hungry, and you looking like steak |
| Trigger finger itching, and you looking like fake |
| Trash done passed and you looking like waste, yah |
| Chump change, boy, now you gotta hate, boy |
| Pull up the with the motherfucking AK, boy |
| Pull up like it's motherfucking game day, boy |
| Shoot 'em with the pistol, shoot 'em point-blank, boy, yuh |
| Chump change, boy, now you gotta hate, boy |
| Pull up the with the motherfucking AK, boy |
| Pull up like it's motherfucking game day, boy |
| Shoot 'em with the pistol, shoot 'em point-blank, boy, yuh |
| Tonight we guaranteeing graves, tonight's the night we ride |
| Tomorrow will never come, yeah, tonight's the night we die |
| Yesterday I met my death, I think it's been a long time |
| Stuck in limbo with my kinfolk, gave my life to $uicide |
| Yung Plague with the masked face |
| Bones will never break because I rape the souls of those who chose the wicked road, I'm haunting the afraid |
| No name on the grave, just grey stains spray-painted "slave to the great grey grave", ayy |
| Lend me the help, or send me to hell, either way I know I'll die |
| The G, the 5 the 9, it's $UICIDE |
| Chump change, boy, now you gotta hate, boy |
| Pull up the with the motherfucking AK, boy |
| Pull up like it's motherfucking game day, boy |
| Shoot 'em with the pistol, shoot 'em point-blank, boy, yuh |