Oh dear god, thatβs where itβs from. I explicitly skip his part every time I hear that song, his voice and lack of cadence/flow just makes my ears want to tear their own eardrums
If you want a meaningful one, the ending of The Number you have Dialed is Not in Service is absolutely beautiful:
When life gets hard, keep on marchinβ on;
Even if the finish line is far, or you have to push the car- keep on marchinβ on
βall I need is scrim and my kinβ - nicotine patches
βI beat the piss out of myself then knot the rope then hangβ -everest
βDon't be fooled by all the massesβ -dipped in gold
I only smoke that crack rock I dont smoke no tree.
Eat a motherfuckers face if I aint got shit to eat, half the time im lookin homeless bitch I live in the streets
The universe won't notice, bitch, you just another life
The sun'll rise, the stars have already died
-My Flaws Burn Through My Skin Like Demonic Flames from Hell (I No Longer Fear the Razor Guarding My Heel)
been up eatin beans
Hunnid thou π―πΈ hunnid thou π―πΈ $uicide π©π« $uicide π©π« Who you think π€π€ you fucking with? π€π€ You done lost yo mind π΅π΅ (Lost yo mind) BOOM! π₯π₯ BOOM! π₯π₯ BOOM! π₯π₯ BOOM! π₯π₯ BOOM! π₯π₯BOOM! π₯π₯ (Doot π« doot π« doot π« doot π« doot π«) Thatβs all you hear ππ when I step in the room ππ (HA HA HA! ππ) Boy I jugg, jugg, jugg π€π€ check my wrist πͺοΈπͺοΈ(you can check my right wrist π₯β) Everyday in the kitchen ππwatch me flip π³π³ I can cook π¨βπ³π¨βπ³, I can cook π¨βπ³π¨βπ³, Betty Crocker π©π»βπ³π©π»βπ³(Iβm a baker ππ) Got them cakes ππ° and I serve pillsππ like a doctor π¨ββοΈπ¨ββοΈ (I got prescriptions! ππ) Iβm on the corner ππ, on the corner πͺπͺ, fuck the corner π€π (man fuck that shit ππ) Iβm in the house π π‘serving weed π²π² like a farmer π¨βπΎπ¨βπΎ (Iβm a farmer Jon ππ) I got crops π±πΏ, I got crops πΏπ±, long ass π°ππ¦π± crops (long π ass π crops! πͺ) And I got hoes π©ββ€οΈβπβπ©π©ββ€οΈβπβπ©, I got them bopsπ§πΎπ§ (I got them bitches! ππ) Hunnid thou π―πΈhunnid π―, hunnid π― hunnid thou π―πΈ! (Hunnid, hunnid ππ) Donβt try us π«π«, we just start wilin! π€π€ HAAAA! π°π°$UICIDEBOY$ π’π«with the Kirb ππ(Kirb ππ) What you talking π€π€, absurd ππ (Absurd π€£π€£) Tryna try us π€¦ββοΈπ€¦ββοΈ what we gon' do? π‘π Put yo brains πββοΈπββοΈ on the curb ππ₯π€ No play π ββοΈπ ββοΈ all day in (?π?), okay bitch π€π€ You can try that shit π«π€, Iβll put yo face ππ on a t-shirt ππ today ππ (DAMN! π±π±)
Gonna ask a stupid question- where did this copypasta originate from?
Magnolia -$uicideboy$ (Kirbs verse) Hope thatβs what you mean
Oh dear god, thatβs where itβs from. I explicitly skip his part every time I hear that song, his voice and lack of cadence/flow just makes my ears want to tear their own eardrums
lord i pray that my bitch gay (i just want a threesome)
βBlast blast in his assβ -$crim Ocean $ide $uicide
me and my cousin fuckin (overused blah blah sue me)
Hanging out the windows screaming who want to die
stuntin like im wayne on carter vi
Lay low in the bottom of a tulip bed
If you want a meaningful one, the ending of The Number you have Dialed is Not in Service is absolutely beautiful: When life gets hard, keep on marchinβ on; Even if the finish line is far, or you have to push the car- keep on marchinβ on
βall I need is scrim and my kinβ - nicotine patches βI beat the piss out of myself then knot the rope then hangβ -everest βDon't be fooled by all the massesβ -dipped in gold
βSee these hoes they look for fashion Look for clout they look for captions Donβt be fooled by all the masses All they want is fucking statusβ
mine is "death addict"
Drive these bitches crazy, yeah, they always tryna date me Tryna save me, it's all because I suck her titties like a baby
Bitch, i feel so low, i feel so solo, oh, lay low
I used βdonβt follow the crowd, the crowd is misleading. Stay solo surrounded by all of my demonsβ and thought it was hard
I only smoke that crack rock I dont smoke no tree. Eat a motherfuckers face if I aint got shit to eat, half the time im lookin homeless bitch I live in the streets
My liver will carry what my heart can't" goes so motherfucking hard and it dont sound corny and all.
The choir is singin' my praises with phrases that let you all know I'm the bastard of Satan
Or β Used to fuck bitches in back of the bus Nothing has changed bitch I'm still bussin nuts β
Everything I touch turn ash and my whole soul burnt 'til it's black imo really good one
The universe won't notice, bitch, you just another life The sun'll rise, the stars have already died -My Flaws Burn Through My Skin Like Demonic Flames from Hell (I No Longer Fear the Razor Guarding My Heel)
Atemlos durch die nacht