[INTRO – STATIC RECORDING]
[Low-frequency hiss. Tape warble. Signal clipping in and out.]
[Unknown Voice (distant, distorted)]
—hello?
—no, don’t—don’t move it—
[static surge]
They said the voices weren’t real.
[Intro – Scrim]
Grey clouds hang low like the ceiling finna cave (cave)
Ash in my lungs, I been coughin’ up the grave (grave)
Voices in my head say the world gotta pay
So I load up my thoughts, let ‘em spray, let ‘em spray
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[Verse 1 – Scrim]
Born with a death wish, baptized in filth
Knife-edge grin when I talk about wealth
Whole block quiet when I creep through the mist
Every step I take sound like a hit list tick
Blood on the conscience, not on my hands
I kill with a sentence, bury with plans
Mama said pray, I said pass me the pills
God don’t listen when the devil foot the bills
I been dead since thirteen, heart cold as the steel
Still feel everything, that’s the fucked-up deal
Catch me talkin’ to the reaper like we homies for real
He said, “Scrim, you a problem,” I said, “Yeah, that’s the appeal.”
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[Hook – Scrim & Ruby]
Cinderblock sermons, preachin’ from hell
Two ghosts talkin’ shit from a prison cell
If I die tonight, ring the funeral bell
Grey till the grave, yeah, we know it too well
Cinderblock sermons, teeth clenched tight
Violence in the stories, but the pain inside
We don’t live long, we just live it violent
$uicideboy$ silence louder than riots
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[Verse 2 – Ruby Da Cherry]
Ruby the menace, cerebellum unhinged
Speak in tongues when I snap, every word a sin
I don’t black out—I remember it all
Every scream, every fall, every name on the wall
I’m the glitch in the system, the crack in the frame
Laughin’ at the flames while I’m feedin’ the pain
Tried to hang my halo, rope fuckin’ snapped
Guess the devil still need me to finish the task
Eyes red, mind warped, teeth grit
Spit venom every time I open my lips
I don’t wanna be saved, don’t wanna be fixed
I wanna watch the whole world burn slow in this bitch
Talk slick, get erased from the memory
I turn beef to folklore, urban legendry
I don’t fight fair, I fight like I’m cornered
Like death in the room and I’m overly honest
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[Hook – Scrim & Ruby]
Cinderblock sermons, preachin’ from hell
Two ghosts talkin’ shit from a prison cell
If I die tonight, ring the funeral bell
Grey till the grave, yeah, we know it too well
Cinderblock sermons, teeth clenched tight
Violence in the stories, but the pain inside
We don’t live long, we just live it violent
$uicideboy$ silence louder than riots
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[Bridge – Scrim]
Still hear sirens when it’s quiet
Still feel hate when they buy it
Fame don’t love you, it just rents
Then it leaves you broke, bitter, and bent
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[Outro – Ruby]
Carve my name in the concrete soul of the south
If they bury me deep, I’ma claw my way out
No redemption arc, no moral to tell
Just two cursed voices and a story from hell
Mistabishi
