| "Parsed out on this rippity-dippity-rippity-dippity-rippity-dippity triplet flows. The $uicideboy$ formula is pretty obvious at this point, whether it'd be because you've heard some of the duo's previous EPs or you' |
| re familiar with the classic Hip-Hop albums that the duo pretty much used as inspir—"
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| 7th Ward swerving, white Benz, wheels turnin'
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| Rose gold chrome accent on the rims, picture perfect
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| No destination, let's just wait and see where we end up
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| Burnin' zones, burnin' up the ozone, Backwood stay tightly tucked
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| Bitch look at me, she said "yuck!"
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| What the fuck? |
| Hoe, I'm Oddy Nuff
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| I don't fuck with lifeforms from this planet, bitch, you outta luck
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| I got better shit to do, like sip the lines up in my cup
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| I ain't sharing, pint stay tucked
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| Waste my whole life hunting ducks
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| "The flows on this thing generally are pretty tight, it seems almost as if there is a slightly larger focus on hooks with this project, too, some of which really pop, like on the track 'Nicotine Patches'. One day I'll |
| forget their name...!"
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| I be that rotten garbage crawlin' out the ditch, stitches for a snitch
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| Bodies in the fridge, blade scraping
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| Grey aping, banging on my fucking chest
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| Feel the static, problematic, be my motherfucking guest
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| Yung Christ, masked up for a poltergeist
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| Feel like I'm stuck in a vice, feel like i been paid my price
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| My wrists have been sliced
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| Now I'm scarred from the blade that's pressed against my skin
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| Lifeless and I'm stuck up in this shit
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| The walking Mortal Sin, whose lives will never end, fuck
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| "But simultaneously, there are spots on this album where the lyrics can come off a bit too edgy or tryhard, or basic, maybe even juvenile, especially on the track 'Mr. Nice Guy'." |