Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Champion of Death’ by $uicideboy$. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of $uicideboy$ or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Chump change boy, now you gotta hate boy
Pull up the with the motherfucking AK boy
Pull up like it’s motherfucking game day boy
Shoot ’em with the pistol shoot ’em point blank boy
Chump change boy, now you gotta hate boy
Pull up the with the motherfucking AK boy
Pull up like it’s motherfucking game day boy
Shoot ’em with the pistol shoot ’em point blank boy
Brought the poison
You can bet your life on it
Teeth got the ice on it
Wrist still got the slice on me
The walking stigma and Poltergeist
Still feeling stuck every single night
Dont give a f*ck if I live or die
Surprised at this point that I have survived
Pull up with a motherfucking AK tucked bitchboy good luck
Yung plague got the blade hit the slay then we spray
With the point forty-four five bitch its grey fifty-nine let the devil goin’ ride
Ain’t nothing but a pussy if you goin’ throw shade
Fuckboy I’m hungry and you looking like steak
Trigger finger itching and you looking like fake
Trash done passed and you looking like waste
Chump change boy, now you gotta hate boy
Pull up the with the motherfucking AK boy
Pull up like it’s motherfucking game day boy
Shoot ’em with the pistol shoot ’em point blank boy
Chump change boy, now you gotta hate boy
Pull up the with the motherfucking AK boy
Pull up like it’s motherfucking game day boy
Shoot ’em with the pistol shoot ’em point blank boy
Tonight we guaranteeing graves
Tonight’s the night we ride
Tomorrow will never come here
Tonight’s the night we die
Yesterday I met my death I think it’s been a long time
Stuck in limbo with my kin folk, give my life to suicide
Yung plague with the masked face
Bones will never break because I rape the souls of those who chose the wicked road
I’m haunting the afraid
No name on the grave just grey stains
Spray painted slave to the great grey grave
Lend me the help or send me to hell either way I know i’ll die
The G, the five the nine, it’s suicide
Chump change boy, now you gotta hate boy
Pull up the with the motherfucking AK boy
Pull up like it’s motherfucking game day boy
Shoot ’em with the pistol, shoot ’em point blank boy