Misery In Waking Hours Lyrics by $UICIDEBOY$
A self confessed serial killer talks exclusively to Channel 9
John Hughes admits killing a truck driver along I-29 in October of 2008
But he told me he has murdered many more people
And tonight we take you inside the mind of a serial killer
I don’t think like normal people, never have
Have racing y— thoughts
It’s been that way since I was a kid
I’m constantly doesn’t matter if I’m asleep or if I’m awake
I’m constantly thinking of a hundred things at one time
(You did good, $lick)
(It’s a smash)
Okay, okay, okay
*** on my ***, ’cause they know this *** is thick
And niggas in the mental, fatal shots to the temple
*** on my ***, ’cause they know this *** is thick
And niggas in the mental, fatal shots to the temple
Yeah, got me *** up (Okay, okay, okay)
Yeah, got me *** up (Yeah, yeah)
ay, got me *** up (Okay, okay)
Yeah, ay, yeah
Money what I’m ’bout (Wetto)
Too much cash to count (Brr)
Keep that *** outside, ain’t no hoes up in my house (Haha, haha)
Smokin’ out the ounce, uh
I’m watchin’ recession (Yeah)
My *** want affection, but I’m busy cleaning weapons (Brr)
Pick up white trash, rolls presidential
I can’t trust no mans, so me driving is essential (Skrrt)
Sipping on some potion (Yeah)
I got no emotions (Nah)
Sold my opp a pack, now his dog is what he’s smokin’
Since I was a youngin’ I been moving like a mac (Okay)
*** up a sac
Daddy smoking *** (Let’s get it)
By sixteen, I was pimping, *** *** back to back (Let’s get it)
Ben was with me in the trap, told me, “Rap and don’t look back” (Let’s get it, let’s get it, let’s get it, yeah, yeah)
Wish my dog was here, so I can give him every plaque (Every plaque)
Hope he looking down with me counting every rack (Every rack)
This *** deeper than rap, mane this *** deeper than labels (Let’s get it)
Kids eating dinner with no father at the table (Let’s get it)
Gotta keep it stable (Let’s get it)
Gotta keep it pushin’ (Let’s get it)
Them hoes, they got me *** up, think I’m worried ’bout ***
Right here where I should be (North)
Eastern B-L-O-C (Grey)
Grey 59 stayed F-U-C-K-E-D to the U-P
*** on my ***, ’cause they know this *** is thick
And niggas in the mental, fatal shots to the temple
*** on my ***, ’cause they know this *** is thick
And niggas in the mental, fatal shots to the temple
Yeah, got me *** up (Got me *** up)
Yeah, got me *** up (ay)
Yeah, got me *** up
Got me *** up (*** up)
***, you got me *** up
Six-feet under ground, yeah, but I can go deeper
Always got my heater, raise the temp like I’m fighting off a fever
Sleep with one eye open, always winking at the reaper
Used to get so ***, they found me aimlessly floating up in the ether
Ruby bring the phonk
Moving shadows when the night fall (Yeah)
*** this *** is bunk
Feel like I’m snorting Chinese drywall
Play it smooth like a baby, make his *** think that I might crawl
AMG Mercedes got the bark like it’ll bite y’all
Shining so hard, I’m turning tunnels into bright halls (***)
Blacklisted, spray my name in red up on the white wall
Eyeballs all on me, man, I hate this *** fame ***
Caught in broad daylight, ***, it’s too late, I can’t shape shift (No)
Always looking down, they think that Ruby need a facelift
Every day I send out doppelgangers in the same fit (Huh?)
Get the *** away from me
Leave me the *** alone
All of the credit I get is a lie, the whole time it was one of my clones (It was)
They say they got beef, but they chewing up beyond meat (Beef, *** off)
How these suckers think they on my level is beyond me
Boy, go get your bread up, shred some lettuce on that Bánh mì (Yeah, yeah)
Tryna tempt me with her honey, obvy, ***, you got the wrong bee (Okay)
Yeah, got me *** up (Got me *** up)
Yeah, got me *** up (ay)
Yeah, got me *** up
Got me *** up
***, you got me *** up