SUICIDEBOYS – 10,000 Degrees Lyrics

10,000 Degrees Lyrics by SUICIDEBOYS.

[Intro]
Gold on my big nine, now I’m finna shoot to kill
If you bustas slipping (?) I’m finna do the deal
Gold on my big nine, now I’m finna shoot to kill
If you bustas slipping (?) I’m finna do the deal
Gold on my big nine, now I’m finna shoot to kill
If you bustas slipping (?) I’m finna do the deal
Gold on my big nine, now I’m finna shoot to kill
If you bustas slipping (?) I’m finna do the deal “Mafia!”
Gold on my big nine, now I’m finna shoot to kill “Aye, aye”
“Ruby, you got it?”
If you bustas slipping (?) I’m finna do the deal

[Verse 1 – YUNG PLAGUE]
Straight out of hell
Ring the bells
Plague is here to stay
(?)
(?) follow me in your grave
Ain’t got no protection ’cause I’ve been since the end of f—–g times
My kingdom come, thy will be done, and still you’re wondering who am i?
I am the devil’s son born and raised
Fictitious Suicide googly eyes tell me more, okay?
Praise the f—–g devil god can suck my d–k, I scorch the veins
Making mountains crumble glaciers melting, oceans swelling
Im the lord of the blades
Gold on my bi–
Wait a f—–g minute—I got more to say
Threatening swordplay, still the same name
‘Cause the chip on my soul bleeds (?)
Lil Plague make a forte, sitck it with the gourmet
Hot and (?)
For war, we pray
Fate is cold and no way I get through the door frame

[Hook – RUBY DA CHERRY]
For war, we pray
7th Ward, the Grey
For war, we pray
7th Ward, the Grey
For war, we pray
7th Ward, the Grey
For war, we pray

[Verse 2 – SLICK SLOTH]
Death is inevitable
The f—–g Scarecrow
Walking on his tip-toes
While your blood stay, we’ll flow
You know, mister typical
Hearing the f—–g voices through my window
“Begging to be dead!”
But no worries, just like Chuckie
Cutthroat got the blade and a knife
Made that rise for the Yung Christ, never even die
My father just forsaken, I
I’m still Suicide until I die
It’s an eye for an eye
Speaking of eye, I “someone help me out”
See the reaper having a busy season
Won’t even let me rest while I’m sleeping
It’s getting harder to watch from the bleachers
The father of evil, like can evil Ruby and I (?) “Mafia”
Xanax evil
Close to lethal syrup
Breathing junkie, used to needles
So I threw ra-pa-pac up “pow! pow! pow! pow!”
Load a nine up, my time’s up, yeah “yeah, yeah”

[Outro – SLICK SLOTH]
Grew up a f–k up
Load a nine up “f–k all this s–t”
My time’s up, f–k