DIRTIERNASTIER$UICIDE Lyric Book
an examination of the cancer that is existenceChapter 1vandalizing the standards we are held to
 
 slip on a banana clip 
from the perspective of Lil Half Cut
 
we be them gorillas creepin' inside your motherfucking mind. germ got the axe. watch him lift it up and just swing it from behind. we start a fucking riot, don't try me. i strike like lightning or tyson. do drive-by's riding on bikes, man. i swear that murder exciting. i'm expediting your life's end. we multiplying alliance. you biting? well, i'm delighted. welcome to hell, i'm your guidance. dirty nasty, up the ante. drop top, dat way. mr. pop off on a banny.
 
from the perspective of Beer Can Dan
 
who is he?. that fucker a beast. came with the fleet, knock you out your fleece. cold summers, long winters, if need be. fuck the world, bitch, i'm balls deep. hold on, call on me. diamonds dancing, homie. running for office, offensive and lawless. balls of the rawest in jaws of the new elect. fucked up be my set, like ratchets with hatchets wyling. catching necks. i'm 'bout bad shit, like where the plague at?. that guy with the lost cause, 51-50. spazzing, screaming, "where the flame at?". i got a bottle of thompson. bunch of shitty whiskey in me. gentilly with the 7th ward lord. razor blades slice the vocal chords.
 
from the perspective of Lil Infected
 
demons surround me. i'm drowning. i'm fiending for opiates, scheming. i hope it gets colder. the seasons they change but we holding. defeating the opposition. opposite of the competition. flame on. plague calm. stained palms. pop eight pills now the fucking pain's gone. slaying y'all. chain flawed. same song. change long. long mane. raised kong. trained kong to slay them broads. reign strong. from new orleans to atlanta. sip a dirty big shot, fuck a fanta. sell out a show in santa ana. dirty nasty propaganda.
 
 obey the walrus 
from the perspective of Papa Pine
 
bitch, i feel like tungsten. lungs itch from crumbling piff. a dozen blunts lit stuck on my lips. i summon something bloodless from the fucking pits of hell. yeah, i got fungus growing in my stomach. because i'm chugging wishes from the wishing well. watch me swell from ingesting infectious hopes and dreams. you will never perfect them. smoking weed while i'm texting affections to your hoe named "alexis". added her to my collection. told her, "pull up to the 7th". i got one zip of that dumb shit but no protection. now the blunt's lit. she's a punk bitch. to my recollection, pussy like a dungeon. got me mumbling. now i'm flexing at the function. g*59 we run shit.
 
from the perspective of Germ
 
ran up on 'em with the terror squad. i swear to god. up north, i'm off the snow with a bad lil' hoe. my woes with me on that rambo flow. kick down the door. we don't knock. we send shots. touchdown. i got the pack. roll that sit back. no lack. trusty burner relax on my lap. i got yo' bitch on my dick. audemars wrist, so slick. dripping all wet on my shit. i wish a n***a would come claim his bitch. i got flame for that shit. respect ain't shit. y'all n***as ain't shit. this shit is sickening. never stopping, dn$ the limitless. running, ruling i need infinite. aw, shit. roll my dope. bang hoes with my bros. roll that motherfucking ghetty green, a n***a tryna smoke.
 
from the perspective of Lil Remains
 
seven grams in the raw cone. fuckboy, it's my dick you can jump off. oh lord, i just popped me a xan bar. hold court when i ride with the pistol grip. talk shit to a fat bitch, make her feel average. bet sensei one stack if he smashed it. woke up in the am, i heard that he passed it. migo and meth and lil' germ hit her backwards. dat way. northside shawty got the 40 and the gaudy. purgatory where i reside. east side of highway fifty-nine. westside, that m-i-crooked letter, crooked letter i-p-p-i. we don't see time. we don't decline, but we, but we stay high. shadows under them street lights. keep hoes out of my sight. germ said he got that potent. ruby told meth to roll it. know we keep the best of green, so you know i'm smoking.
 
 20th centurion 
from the perspective of Big Grieve
 
make a punk bitch bite the curb, american history x. burning churches 'til they dirt. walk off and throw up the set. just another sunday purge, i'm isis with blades and a neck. throw his body to the herd, this what happens when you flex. fuckboy, i laced your mama drink with lsd. gave your sister mescaline then chased her up and down the street. never sleep. stay on the creep to kill you sheep. mark of the beast. walking disease. hell is my theme.
 
from the perspective of Lil Oozing
 
gimme a cigarette, my nerves is bad. what the fuck your name is, boy?. i never heard of that. germ is back in the n.o., we made a murder pack. she let out a nervous laugh. swimming in the deep like, where the surface at?. make the sign of the cross, and then i'm skrrtin' in the church's ash. let my soul escape; i'm switching bodies like a hermit crab. home is where the dirt is at. lemme circle back to the days when i said, "fuck the world". it's still me versus that. ruby stuntin' like a circus act.
 
from the perspective of Germ
 
who that there with all that flair?, stare into my eyes, i dare you, ride with the carbon pistons in the hood, ben wallace with me, just might shoot you down, don't make no sound, big gun sounds get to rushing, bitch, it's nothing, dirtynasty$uicide, it's you or i, it's do or die, bitch, it's me, i got hunnids, and i heard your tank's on e, boot me down, i stomp you out, big body bitch, hold on my heat, clap 'em with the ratty just for acting all types of cheesy, better believe me, hoe, gimme the cheese and dope
 Chapter 2concrete gorillas in a concrete jungle
 
 treat her like a prostitute 
from the perspective of Northside Shawty
 
it's that gutter motherfucker from the northside. gold up on my teeth, i got that frostbite. still up in my hood but my bands right. smokin' rock tar out the glass pipe. swervin' while i'm passin' up the red lights. couple xanax in me, need my mind right, mind right. everybody say goodnight to the bad guy. i'm from a place in the dark where the dead die, dead die. fuck your motherfuckin' camera if you cash me ousside. when it comes to heaven's gates you can cash me ousside. slick rick how i pimp on a bitch, how 'bout that?. slit wrist, drip, drip 'til i end. $uicide.
 
from the perspective of Papa Pine
 
frozen posted with the script bottle open. drippin' like a faucet broken. you think that you the fuckin' wave?. i got the ocean flowin'. you think that you won't catch the fade?. yung $now be fucking locin'. turn your head to marmalade then light a blunt. i'm fuckin smokin'. chokin'. i got ten i'm 'bout to hang. that pussy boy claim that he misspoke, now he boasting third coast. i'm dirty south. i'm swangin' blades just like a fucking frozen shogun. sip a spell, some muddy potion. pull up, and i flood the function. got a bag, i leave it close, and money come and go. sometimes you broke. sometimes you loaded. i feel so broke; i need to get loaded. "fuck you" always been my slogan. curvin' hoes and blowing o's. i'm slowly rollin' potent, gonna overdose. at least i'm hoping.
 
from the perspective of Germ
 
bags to get. only a select few, fuck the rest. big ass rude lil' bitch. swallow the stick. thirty round sack left her wet. bags of cess. hit the button for the top on the 'vette. bet that hoe ain't never seen nun' like this. big pun rocks on my wrist. i bet you love me, bruh. you look just like me, fuck. back to back sluts, no fucks. just sucks. at ease, boy catch up. front of saks, five fifths. smoke sac. i just wanna dab. too much passion kiss my ass. pull off in the jag. gucci my v guts, can't be touched. came in broken, pick me up. young n***as out here know what's up. back up the coupe. big boof. neck bein' thrown, she the truth. bow down, salute. ski mask tucked tight. weak ass crumb, gimme the loot.
 
 king cobra 
from the perspective of Yung Snow
 
i'm the type of person to burn alive while on a sinkin' ship. flickin' ash out of my 'lash. i know what y'all been thinking, bitch. $uicide, fuck 'em all. i'm drenched in gasoline and lit. then $lick will grab a broom and tell y'all fuckboys go on and sweep the shit. i don't give a fuck about the internet. motherfuck the illusion. y'all confused. don't get my image yet. six-six-six for life. grey my fuckin' army stripes. y'all keep flossin'. y'all keep ballin'. all y'all caught up in a net.
 
from the perspective of Yung Christ
 
call your patrolman, i've been programmed to fear no man. you see these tats all on my face?. i don't have no care. i walk around in any city like my home there. you want war, motherfucker, but yet to declare. hop on a chariot. ridin' through heaven. i'm aiming a .45 at your god. $carecrow the scariest. cut-throat the deadliest. frozen $hogun at my side. every night, rise and die. grey*59 the parasites. who am i? antichrist. the one who makes hades' flames ignite.
 
from the perspective of Germ
 
catchin' top in the whip. riding, cruising, wyling. just take a look at me. i'm booted and ashy. talking down 'bout a stupid bitch, lookin' for a stupid lick. you really new to this. been on my bullshit. gucci linen draped on my women. sinnin' with women out here pushin' limits. worry 'bout me you stupid n***a. stack digits, aye. up my heat in public. air 'em out if they get ignorant. left 'em heaven sent. his partner called on christ, but he irrelevant. lurkin' the pit. die 'bout my shit. just look at the wrist, ain't no slits but it drip. ronda rousey in the audi with me. knock a n***a out for me. love that bitch.
 
 here we go again 
from the perspective of Germ
 
i just might ride with your bitch. told her i loved her, lying like shit. i'm still boolin' tho. bleedin' concrete, snortin' oxys. feelin' god-body like, who gon' stop me now?. runnin' 'round while blowin' pound after pound. see me now? get hip, get it now. i'm gone 'till november. got into pickin' pockets kinda often, big ass, gas bag. passenger side of the cadillac, seat slightly sat back. on my side, i got my baghdad, hotel hoppin'. bombin' back-back, dynamite in the gucci knapsack. ruckus in the church, jesus meet this heathen, he kinda hurt. buzzin' i'm loud, never stoppin' 'till they stick me in the dirt.
 
from the perspective of $lick $loth
 
took a benzo, wrote a manifesto. yung hot boy straight from the ghetto. yung $carecrow dyin' where the wind blows. cut-throat motherfucker robbin' when my ends low, yuh. $outh $ide $uicide. wanna ride in the caddy like do or die. formaldehyde leaking, drippin' all down my eyes. terrified when you see me creepin' in the night. ride like no limit in '96. stunt like i'm wayne on the carter 6. now i got money to get a fix. now my old ex wanna be my bitch, what?. this that motherfuckin' gospel. kanye i'm a motherfuckin' monster. cock back, put the barrel in your tonsil. $uicide, bitch, we the council.
 
from the perspective of Yung Snow
 
yung $now spent a fat check. pull up, 'cause i'm pickin' up a hoe in a black dress. silk sheets on the mattress match the blood type o on the hatchet. match the hunnid spokes. when i whip it lookin' like the cadillac bent. lookin' like a car accident. spilled my guts and i spilled my cup. lean on my liver i ain't sippin' it up. hollow out a fuckboy skull so i can sip in peace, my g. don't follow me 'cause bad shit happens with germ and $lick. that makes three. sad to see these casualties. they lack the seeds, no matchin' me. these bags of weed, yeah, that's for free. we trash the scene, no gasoline.