Fuck - $uicideboy$

Fuck a dead body, don’t pick 'em up, let 'em dry

East Side, 59, with the choppers out the ride

Mommas cry, kids die, second line, Vietnam

Testify, crucified, have your family by your side

Full of fuck shit, double my cup with mud, bitch

Sluts wanna suck dick, hit 'em with the drop kick

Bitch, your pussy nonsense

Demons with the Glock grip

$uicidal cult shit, love to watch the blood drip

Dead man walking, ayy, yah, aye

Dead man walking, ayy, yah, aye

Dead man walking, ayy, yah, aye

Dead man walking, ayy, yah, aye

Dead man walking, ayy, yah, aye

Dead man walking, ayy, yah, aye

Rather be dead than bored, settle the score

Let the metal pour right onto the floor

Fuck your brain, you fucking whore

Fuck your chain, you slave, I left the bloodstains on the door

Blade made of iron ore, made stains right on the shore

Washed away, the waves took it north

But now I try to stay warm

Catch another flight, and now I’m back on tour

Can’t relax me, motherfucking sacré-cœur

Used to make shit pop like fucking kettle corn

I’m just a dead man walking, yeah

I’m just a dead man walking, yeah

I’m just a dead man walking, yeah

I’m just a dead man walking, yeah

I’m just a dead man walking, yeah

I’m just a dead man walking, yeah