THE EVIL THAT MEN DO Lyrics by $UICIDEBOY$ is the latest English song. THE EVIL THAT MEN DO song lyrics are written by Aristos Petrou & Scott Arceneaux Jr. while the song is produced by Budd Dwyer.
THE EVIL THAT MEN DO Song Details:
| Song: | THE EVIL THAT MEN DO |
| Singer(s): | $UICIDEBOY$ |
| Produced by: | Budd Dwyer |
| Written by: | Aristos Petrou & Scott Arceneaux Jr. |
| Label(©): | G*59 Records |
THE EVIL THAT MEN DO Lyrics
You Ask Me To Help You?
How Can I When You’ve Kidnapped And Stolen
For All I Know, Even Murdered
By Nightfall, We Will Have Left Your Earth
You Will Not See Us Until It Is Time
Time For What?
$uicideboy, B!tch ($uicideboy, B!tch)
When I Die, Auction Off All My Body Parts
Let’s See What Oddy Cost
Summon My Skull To Shawty’s Cross
Now All These Opps On My D!ck
Like It’s Made Of Metal
Making So Much Money
It’s Like My Boss Is The Devil
She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not
I Ran Out Of Petals
Been In The Ground With Those Bits
I Rip This Thorny Stem Forever
A Portrait Of All My Pain
An Homage To My Suffering Saint Tale
I Been Uncovering And Staining Your World Grey
Why All Get Back To Coloring
Slickity-Slickity Sloth Thugged Out
Shoot With The Mask, It Will Be Violent
Jabbing My Arm No Pfizer
(..?) Cuffs Like It Come With Priors
Liars All Around Me Talking
Hugs And Love Attaching
Kisses That Comes With Riches
Just So They Can Touch My Trust
Fu*k, That’s Some Hard Mother-Fu*king Truth
Still Contemplating Suicide
Just Upgraded A Couple Coupes
Morally Bankrupt
Call The Skank Up To Pretend She Love Me
(..?)
Ho, Don’t Talk While You Fu*king Suck Me
Uhh! Should We, I-, That Was A Little Short, Bruh
Well, Fu*k, Bro
Can We, Can We
I Just Did Eight Bars ‘Cause I Thought
You Said All You Had To Say
Yeah! I Got More Sh!t To Say, Bro, Like
Well, I Mean
What? Tell Me
They Saying You “Lost Touch”
Who The Fu*k Say Ruby Done Lost His Touch?
Blame My Success On Lots Of Luck
But Lots Of Luck Aingt Gonna Get Your B!tch Un-Fu*ked
Blame My Absence On The Fact That My D!ck Got Stuck
Call Me Evergreen
Your B!tch Never Seem Like She Lost Touch
Begging Me, She Wants A Jump Fu*k
(..?) Withdraw My Cash
Use Her Tongue To Collect Ash For The Stash
I Guess I’ll Smash
Pull Off In The Glee-Wagon, Fu*ked Up, I Might Crash
Just Thoughts And Feelings From The Half Of Me
That Is White-Trash
B!tch, I Cheated Death
Aingt Nothing That I Can’t Do
Manipulation Shawty, I Can Sell Ice (..?)
I Can Sell Ice To The Jeweler
I Can Sell Christ Like I’m Judas
Self-Righteous Type Of Shooter
Make My Life As Your Intruder, Excluder
Product Of My Environment
My Therapist Was Talking Before
I Rolled My Eyes Then Fired The B!tch
Why Would I Quit My Drug
The Choice Is Overdosing, Duh
My D!ck Got No Limits
I’m Master P P!mping And
Making The B!tches Say “Uhh!”
You Would Be Horrified At The Sight Of Us
Rain, Rain, Go Away
Two-Hundred On The Dash, Watch Me Hydroplane
Gang, Gang, Gang’s All Grey From New Orleans (..?)
From Atlanta To The Bay