The Crescent Moon and the Rising Sun

Ruby da Cherry, yah, yah, yah, yah, ayy Ayy, yuh, uh, ayy Hailing from the Chopper City Weather leaves you hot and sticky Leopard print, I ain't no Kitty, p***yboys can mock, no pity Simmer down, bitch, I'm burnin' Up in the ash, don't sift me Yung Mutt in the cut, gotta duck the fifty Been popped twice fuck a cop Nothin' nice comes from the System's gritty grip I sip the Uzi, face don't look so pretty Bitch, I grip the TEC so loosely Leave you feeling chilly Bitch, I'm from Gentilly Don't want to count a milli' Smokin' all my cash in a Philly Kill me, bitch, I will be free in a World where you can't bill me, yuh, uh Nina Simone up in my ear while I debate to take my life Bunch of voices all I hear Paranoia in my eyes Got them fuckboys in my sight Bit's of organs on my knife Mirror image from the tinted that Reminds me that I'm Christ, sucka Boogeyman under your covers I hover above the street gutters, no There ain't another Forever I'm packin' the thunder and snuffer And popping these uppers I kill for my brothers Welcome to the last supper, thanks for coming Now close the shutters motherfucker, uh --- The Crescent Moon and the Rising Sun - $uicideBoy$