| Used to be a flock of us, but now the flocks depletin'
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| 7th Ward Charizard, I melt the ice you claim is freezin'
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| 'Cause I was born in April, I’m the shiny diamond heathen
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| Y’all fuckboys who claimed they push keys, all deleted
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| Them fuckboys who claimed they got swag
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| All competing for the same Gucci sweater
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| That I been had the receipt, bitch
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| I’m the fucking wave
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| Y’all just stuck in a bed, in a room, on a cruise
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| Throwin' up 'cause you seasick
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| While your bitch is cheating on you, I’m the one who beatin'
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| I’m just sayin', y’all think that I’m playin', but I ain’t got a reason to
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| 98' Benz coupe looking like Pikachu
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| 99' Benz coupe looking like Beetlejuice
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| Whatever
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| Who gives a fuck? |
| I still feel like a teen recluse
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| 'Bout to give these needles use
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| Numb me up, uh
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| Numb me up, yah
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| Numb me up, ayy
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| Numb me up, yah
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| Numb me up, ayy
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| Numb me up, yah
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| Numb me up, yeah (uh)
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| «We're just gonna wait here for a little while until things quiet down,
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| if you don’t mind?»
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| Hear no evil (evil)
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| See no evil (evil)
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| Speak no evil (right)
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| Find myself speaking to ghosts a bit more often now
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| Devils die too, Lucifer bound for the ground (Pussy)
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| Get some money, watch how many hands come reachin' out
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| (Shut up—what?)
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| Lit up my cigarette, another accident
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| Fuck anybody that thinks I’m a saint
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| Fuck anybody that want me to change (What?)
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| No one changes ever, that’s why my Glock’s on the dresser
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| And if I’m keepin' it real, I’m never-ever lacking (Try me)
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| Motherfuckers know $lick ain’t never-ever slackin' (Try me)
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| Whether the shotgun, or the 9 millimeter
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| They be knowin' $crimmy keeping the heater
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| Nonetheless, got my people up my ass
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| Worried I’mma blow my brains on the glass ($ui-)
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| I smoke a cigarette and laugh, kettles calling pots black (Ha-ha-ha!)
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| But sometimes I get violent, silent (Shh)
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| The fuck I’m supposed to do when Cut Throat always the problem?
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| That’s why Cut Throat cuts throats with the sharp blade, though
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| Got my Faygo on Easter
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| Signed Germ, said, «ball like the Lakers»
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| DN$ 3, pipe up, what it be
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| They know they scared of it
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| $uicide dead boys, keep a tribe with me
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| G*59, don’t give a fuck, boy
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| I don’t give a fuck, boy (What?)
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| Don’t give a fuck, boy (Yeah)
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| Hear no evil
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| See no evil
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| Speak no evil (Right)
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| Hear no evil
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| See no evil
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| Speak no evil (Yeah)
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| Hear no evil
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| Speak no evil
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| See no evil, bitch
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| «We're gathered here today to remember the lives of Ruby and $crim,
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| also known to many as the $uicideBoy$. |
| What they gave to this world while they
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| were here, was unexplainable. |
| You know, we’re all here, maybe— Well,
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| today we can share some memories, walk around, my name is Ricky Kekney.
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| Hey, I’m Ricky, if you don’t know me you can come up to me, don’t feel
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| uncomfortable. |
| I, I know… I know I give off a stand-offish vibe,
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| I don’t feel uncomfortable. |
| We’ll talk, come up to me, we’ll talk about the
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| boys, we’ll celebrate today. |
| Today is about celebrating the lives of two
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| legends. |
| Before we start sharing stories, I would like everybody to bow their
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| head for ten seconds, in remembrance.» |