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Suicideboys - Bleach Lyrics

"Bleach" lyrics $uicideboy$ Lyrics "Bleach"

Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer, hahaha
(Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer)
(North, North) Haha, you mad (Northside)
(In this bitch, with my cap on) Yeah
(Time to go back to speak that lingo)

I'm back in this bitch like a menace
Running these hoes just like tennis
Fuck what you thought of my image
Blocka blocka blocka blow
Semi auto with the scope
I'm back in this bitch with the cult
I'm back in this bitch with the phonk
Scrim back in this bitch better know
I'm back and I'm hating and plotting
Back and I'm scoping with robbers
Come back and then jaws get to dropping
Come hard when you step in my yard
Scamming
Gimme your card
Off of a couple them bars
Choppa k-k-kicking
Auto f-f-spitting
Talking a lot of that guala
From the eses to the shottas
Lil wetto with yoppas
Get my pills straight from the doctor
Off of the jump with my shit
Offer the dump off my hip
50 shots like I'm back in the crack
Smoking that pack off the jack

OD slowly
OD slowly, OD slowly
OD slowly, OD slowly (Slowly)
OD slowly, OD slowly (Ho)

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)

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 fucking taste
What the fuck you gotta say?
Yung plague untamed
Yung plague got nothing to hide
Now I've never been one for picking sides, but I choose $UICIDE
Yeah I reject almost everything bout this new world
I reject all the people inside
They can run
They can hide
They swim
They can fly
But I'll hunt 'em day and night for the rest of my life just to watch them die
Then shed tears like a crocodile
All the while my choppa smiles
Bite the bullet
That's not my style
Belly full of lead and stomach bile
You thought that your life would be worth while
Just another fucking rank-n-file
First came school
Then you got a job
Now your fucking bitch is walking down the aisle
Safe neighborhood for the domicile
Redoing the kitchen picking out new tiles
Don't touch that fucking dial
Let's see what's on TV!
World war III in a couple hours
But at least the house is clean
Bodies will be piled for miles and miles
But the maid service was free